Reassuring You, My Good Sweet Girl
I’ll always be here for you, my sweet girl. I’m here to comfort you and stand by you, let me hold you in my arms and reassure you whenever you need it.
I’ll always be here for you, my sweet girl. I’m here to comfort you and stand by you, let me hold you in my arms and reassure you whenever you need it.
Hello my sweet. I heard you have been having a hard time. Tough times really seem to last longer than the good days you have and I know that takes such a toll to carry on regularly as you would. But, I’m glad that you told me that things are becoming a little difficult. I hope I can be of help in any way.
Hello my sweet. I heard you have been having a hard time. Tough times really seem to last longer than the good days you have and I know that takes such a toll to carry on regularly as you would. But, I’m glad that you told me that things are becoming a little difficult. I hope I can be of help in any way.
You do things to me. You’re so perfect to me. Of course I want you to feel good about your body, because it does things to me, I think you’re so undeniably sexy.
You did such a good job for me, baby. You did a great great job for me.
I’ll never leave you…You had a nightmare, I’m here angel, tell me all about it.
Voiceover for panel from Vagabond about Musashi Miyamoto, written and illustrated by Takehiko Inoue.
You’re shopping with your partner in the mall, who is excited for a foundation line that just dropped. When they come out the store empty-handed and feeling down, you decided to comfort them and have an honest talk with them and about their experience on their makeup journey. Script by NeonHoneyBee45
You’re shopping with your partner in the mall, who is excited for a foundation line that just dropped. When they come out the store empty-handed and feeling down, you decided to comfort them and have an honest talk with them and about their experience on their makeup journey. Script by NeonHoneyBee45
A quiet, poetic confession of forbidden love, told from a place of clarity rather than impulse. What begins as reflection turns into acceptance, intimate surrender to desire, a conscious step into something known to be forbidden, and wanted anyway.