Grand Optimist

Jennifer. So Cal. Very Much Gay. City & Colour. Pugs. Sushi. Chapstick. Jellyfish. Bobs Burgers. Sharks. One day I will have a library like Belles. They're, there, their..know the difference.

I don’t understand why it’s so hard for guys to comprehend that I’m not interested. You keep pushing me & annoying the shit out of me & you act like that’s going to magically change my mind. I don’t want you, I don’t want your little dick, I don’t even want to converse with you. This is why I get called a bitch on the daily because the only way it seems to stick in their minds is if I’m rude & blunt. Leave me alone. I like vagina!

Starbucks is my weakness. I have a problem.

I should be asleep, but I have an addiction. Hi my name is Jennifer & I’m addicted to Netflix.
Step one: admitting I have a problem

gay-masturbation:

So i need that kinda sex where we’re both in so much need for being touched. That dirty talking kind and pullin my hair and tellin me what to do kinda sex. Where we’re both shivering with anticipation of whats to come next. That kind where you scream “Just fucking fuck me dammit” kinda sex. I need to be controlled kinda sex. 

(via thenikkistanfill)

I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.