called a beautiful girl last night and told her her beautiful she was and how pretty her hair was, and she starts to say some shit like "oh it's okay right now, idk i don't think i dyed it right and-". angel. no.
watching her eyes widen as i cut her off, calling her a bad girl. the slight quiver of her lower lip. how attentive she was listening to me explain that when i compliment her, when *i* compliment her, she accepts it. she says "thank you mommy ā”". she doesn't disagree, she doesn't argue, she accepts it.
shes so cute when i talk too, she sits so attentively, sits like a loving, caring little pup. so beautiful, so perfect. i can't fucking wait to make this girl mine, my angel ā”











