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Always have and will be one of the prettiest things I ever saw. Your jokes make me grin and your laugh rings like silver bells in my ears, and your eyes haunt me like amethyst caves in my dreams.
You may be my grandfather by blood, but I'll be damned if you aren't just as much a father as Papa is. I love you as much as him, and I'll never forget nights you nursed me back to health as a sick little kit.
I will stand at your side until my bones wither to dust, even if I must push my body past limitations. What point is there in an afterlife if I am not going to the one you've earned?
You will always be my beautiful little boy— and no matter if you're twice the size of me, you'll always be my son, my baby. I love you so much it makes me cry to think of just how proud I am of you every day, and I'm so happy to see you thriving, baby. You're my bubba, my little angel, my miracle.
You are the most perfect, beautiful and fiery creation of hell's design- and I'm damned to never know what I did right to deserve you, my darlin'.
You're the best father I could have asked for. Every time we fight, and I yell- I regret it so much. I never want to lose my father again. I hope you're proud of me- I do my best to make you proud. I love you, papa.
From the first breath we took in each other's presence I knew I was meant to be yours— and never for a second has my heart strayed from loving you. Mí perenne; my forever. I will love you until my true final breath and I am withered away, bones and soul and all.
Every fleeting moment I was without you felt like nothing at all. Time meant nothing, the world meant nothing. Now, you’re home, and life has new color. I am alive.
I've loved you since the day I saw you, and those feeling have barraged me for every second of the millenia I had passed by without having your kiss. Being in your arms is a heavenly holiness that can hardly be surpassed.
You’re peculiar. You need a break— but I’m too scared of you to say it. Big beefy boy.
You’re very sweet! I’ve never seen someone handle stresses with so much grace.
One day we will GET ALONG for more than 5 minutes.
You’re always tired. Take a fucking nap you workaholic.
You and I have known each other since we were just kits. To look at you now and see that we ignored our feelings so long— it pains me. Now I have you, and I won’t lose you again.
There have been days where the darkness is overwhelming. I sit and I ponder what it all means— but you come in with a torch, and suddenly my world is new again.
One of my mates— her voice. It melts me like sticky sweet honey in the morning sun, and her fiery gaze makes my cheeks warm. What I wouldn’t do for her.
My first mate is a tad bit brash, but I would not have him any other way. He makes me feel alive in ways no cat ever could— unless you count our other mates.