Whatever romantic tale you’ve been told has every reason to be completely dismissed because that’s nothing but something the world uses as a coping mechanism for things like personal reservations, abstinence, even pride. I’m being redundant, I know, but high expectations are nothing but hot breaths on the neck denying you a freeing bite of forbidden fruit. Never engaging in a loving endeavor is forsaking yourself of the reality that you’re not wearing any fucking clothes. You’re naked, blind, splayed out for the squawks to peck because you’re so vulnerable, so unaware. That is not armor. Ignorance is not bliss, but a lack of preparation.

Whatever romantic tale you’ve been told has every reason to be completely dismissed because that’s nothing but something the world uses as a coping mechanism for things like personal reservations, abstinence, even pride. I’m being redundant, I know, but high expectations are nothing but hot breaths on the neck denying you a freeing bite of forbidden fruit. Never engaging in a loving endeavor is forsaking yourself of the reality that you’re not wearing any fucking clothes. You’re naked, blind, splayed out for the squawks to peck because you’re so vulnerable, so unaware. That is not armor. Ignorance is not bliss, but a lack of preparation.