tons of fun
Disneyland, laughter, and cupcakes fuel my fire.
tall, bearded men make me happy.
I reblog shit.
thou shall not go through their man’s phone.
….. I wouldn’t expect my boyfriend to go through my phone, and I don’t think he should expect me to go through his. If you have made the decision to kiss/lick/fuck/suck/text/sext another person, I suggest you go be with that other person. I’m not gonna play Detective Dan with my boyfriend. Either you’re with me or you’re not. There is no maybe. There is no sometimes. I’m no ones side chick. I’m it.