Oh princess, Follow my commands

When your ship’s chemistry is undeniable

When your ship is taking things waaayy too slow

 When the author foreshadows nasty stuff happening to your ship

When the author threatens to destroy your ship

When the author kills a member of your ship

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

Being Little

Being little, is holding hands when we cross the street or walk through the parking lot. it’s You zipping up my coat when it’s cold out side. it’s playing games and spilling my thoughts, and knowing that You love me no matter what.

Being little, is bubble baths and water squirters, crayons and coloring books it’s pushes on swings and cherry lollipops it’s knowing i can hear Your voice when i am all alone and need comforting. it’s my stuffie bunnies and my blankie…

Being little, is trips to the zoo and story times too… It’s bedtimes and snacks (but not before dinner) it’s car drives and talks and walks in the parks…

Being little, is kisses and snuggles and aftercare cuddles its rules and punishments and wearing my heart on my sleeve it’s crafts and movies and feeling safe.

Being little, is how i feel when i look into Your eyes and the tone of Your voice when You talk to me and soothe all my frustration inside. it’s how i live each and every day needing Your guidance and Your strong hands around me.

Being little, was never a choice it’s who i am , the biggest part of my life. it’s being scared and being silly it’s cookies and cupcakes and birthday parties.

Being little, is a feeling deep inside that makes me feel whole so when i am lost and feeling down i remember that i can come to You because You being a Daddy means that You need me too.

My mom: *laughing* It’s like a pet collar.

“Wait till we get back home”

“What did you just say?”

“You’re too little to do that by yourself”

“Do that again and I’ll spank you!”

“Everyone can tell what a naughty little girl you are”