How do I convince my loli cousin to fall in love with me?
>Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
>>18707450
lmao what is that greentext pasta
also, you dont. she's your cousin, be a cousin to her. just get off on your fantasies and nothing more
>>18707470
>you don't. she's your cousin, be a cousin to her.
This. Cousins don't fall in love, they just fuck and move on.
>>18707450
Consider self-castration.
>>18707470
I'm not OP but that isn't pasta, its the introduction from the novel that coined the word, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. Very good book