I find it ridiculous when people coddle their children. I know/hope they’re doing this because they think they’re helping, but really what does the kid get out of having a sheltered life? They get fucked. By life. Guaranteed, when they’re exposed to the real world with all of its problems and profanities, they won’t be prepared to fend for themselves or make good choices. So to clear any misconceptions, the sheltered life is not the good life.
You’re beautiful. You’re everything. You’re perfect. You’re magic. I’ve wanted you forever. I love that you want me so much. You’re incredible to me. You take my breath away. You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I adore you. I love it when you say my name. You astound me. I’d give you the fucking world. I’m yours to mark. I’d do this for the rest of my life, if it meant you would be mine. I can’t stop. You make me feel weightless. You make me want to be good. Let me show you that I’m good enough. You’re home to me. I’ll go anywhere with you. While I was away from you, I ached. I could drown in this feeling but I know you’d save me. My heart beats for you. I can’t get close enough to you.