/lit/ - Literature

>>19676399
Don't even care. She's gorgeous. Something about her just triggers this deep and overwhelming urge to make her happy. I want to boil myself down into vapor in the hopes that I may one day be the water that courses through her veins to remove whatever impurities she may have accumulated from cellular decay, to be wicked away as sweat when she saw fit. I would unironically do anything this woman told me to do. I would kiss a dude for her amusement. I would stick my dick in a festering open wound if she said it was a good idea.

Just look at her. So vibrant yet so at ease with herself. A living image of fertility, despite most likely being totally unable to bear any further children. Maybe she can't get pregnant again, but who cares? She's already raised three kids, and they all look happy and satisfied with themselves, too. Motherhood really is such an amazing thing to do, when you think about it. Like, a dude wastes his seed and its just a quick mess to clean up. But when a woman loses her eggs, it's a bloody, painful process. Fucks with her hormones, almost as if she is sensing the loss of her potential. Yeah obviously periods aren't pleasant to have or to hear about, but there is something poetic about the blood and pain and suffering involved.

Think of the joy she inspires in children. Like, even if she hadn't written Harry Potter. Even if she hadn't created a thriving, happy family. Can you imagine any kid looking at her and feeling anything other than safe and at peace in a world where everything is correct and right?