“she was the still point of the turning world”

would it be too clingy of me to crawl into your lap every chance i get

if you're not playing mermaids with me then i have to assume you're playing mermaids against me

Love, at its softest, is just two people telling each other: ‘I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere

fictional men who protect you like it’s a habit he’s had since the very moment he met you — who stand in between you and any sort of danger, who cradle you in his arms like you’re the most precious treasure that has come into his life. and he knows that you can care for yourself — that you’re capable of anything that is put in front of you. but he wants to be there for you, wants you to know that you have him whenever you need him

“behave” hey so unfortunately that was hot and i will be listening.