#i’ve just gotta stay on my lawyer grind and bottle all my fantasies up

[partoftheairforce]

matty as a little boy always makes me cry it’s too much to handle. i want a son so bad universe bless me with a baby boy i would love him and care for him forever. he would like bunnies, horses, reading his books, christmas, travelling to devon during spring break for the costume festival, big sur, automated train sets, hot chocolate, thrift shopping in edinburgh in the winter, swimming in santorini in the summer, harry potter, and listening to music he enjoys. he’d grow into a beautifully gentle man who would be kind to people who deserve kindness, would help people that needed to be helped and love people that needed to be loved, he would stand up for what is right. he’d have children of his own, daughters, and he would raise them to be strong minded and opinionated, lifting them up in situations where most fathers would lift them down, raising them to believe they could be and achieve anything. he would love me and his father endlessly, and would send us letters about his life at the moment, telling us when our granddaughters took their first steps, or laughed their first laughs. his family would visit us at christmas until we got old and frail, and would carry on living as the amazing man he would be even after i die. please universe fix me this is too much.