I just want to lay in a fucking bed with a guy I like. We can keep our clothes on or not. But I just want to lay there and kiss and talk and just forget about all the shit I worry about on a daily basis. I just want the feeling of finally having someone there for me. 

I’ve never been in love with someone outside of my family. I wonder what it feels like.

I like guys who wear beanies. I like guys with deep mysterious eyes. I like guys who can give you those sexy smirks. I like guys who aren’t stiffened up with so much muscle but also not too stalky. I like guys who make you work to win their affection but at the same time they aren’t arrogant. I like guys are completely comfortable talking to and you don’t even have to sit there thinking about how to reply. Mostly I like a guy who accept you for who you and and love every part of you.

I get that you have a boyfriend. Shove it up my butt will you?

Once upon a time I thought I loved you.

My ideal life would be sitting in a small apartment somewhere in the city with a giant cup of coffee in my hand. I’d have my great dane named Mouse taking up a majority of the seat next to me. The ceiling would be illuminated with cheap Christmas lights and I’d be happy because I’d be far away from all the fake people in my life who put up a front and try to be something they aren’t. I’d be carefree and stress free. If only it were that simple.