2021-09-13 12:58:27 (UTC)
For some reason, Arms Tonite seems like such a romantic song to me. It’s terribly disturbing but somehow that doesn’t change my feelings about it. Something about dying in someone arms or someone wanting to be in mine. At all. Though I understand you wouldn’t want your loved one to die in your arms, it’s just the idea that someone would be that madly in love to want to be your arms.
Now that I’m thinking about it. By it, I mean a significant other. Or preference. Complete subject change. But if it came down to my type, I feel like I wouldn’t care about their sex or gender. Just the fact that they were madly in love with me would be enough. That’s where that recipromantic idea started appealing to me.