Princesses
Princesses
My first childhood crush had a tail. She was all shimmery fins and red hair and oh that voice... my heart ached when she sang of longing, and I genuinely hated the sea witch for what she did to poor Ariel. I had no idea why I wanted to watch her, but I wanted to do it all the time. I didn’t understand yet, and wouldn’t for years, what the feelings I was having actually meant. My parents grew sick of my obsession and begged me to move on. Move on, I did. Never away, though. I simply aquired new crushes to add to my stable. Ariel would always be there in the background, her gorgeous angular abs hugged by fairytale frocks and fishes.
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My first childhood crush had a tail. She was all shimmery fins and red hair and oh that voice... my heart ached when she sang of longing, and I genuinely hated the sea witch for what she did to poor Ariel. I had no idea why I wanted to watch her, but I wanted to do it all the time. I didn’t understand yet, and wouldn’t for years, what the feelings I was having actually meant. My parents grew sick of my obsession and begged me to move on. Move on, I did. Never away, though. I simply aquired new crushes to add to my stable. Ariel would always be there in the background, her gorgeous angular abs hugged by fairytale frocks and fishes.
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