Your F/o Would Love To Be Seen With You. You'll Never Have To Worry About Them Feeling Shame Or Embarrassment

I told you the pills would help, didn’t I? You trusted me, and now look at you—shaking, sweating, barely coherent.

‘It’s okay,’ I whisper, stroking your hair as you collapse into my arms. ‘You don’t need to think. I’ll do that for you. Just let me take care of everything.’

And you will. You’ll let me control every aspect of your life until you can’t imagine living without me. Exactly as it should be.

i know what you like, what you hate, where you’re going, who you’re talking to. who you like, who you hate. you don’t even realize how much of you i've collected.

thinking about f/o getting flustered (and maybe even a healthy amount of possessive...) when you wear their clothes

i start to curl up into a ball after checking my phone one too many times, tightly hugging my sides as if i'm trying to hold every piece of myself together

sometimes i hate the fact you're able to affect me this much— this easily and you're so blissfully unaware of it

may the universe take me out before i take myself out first.

People seriously underestimate the long term effects of constant loneliness

"why are you so weird?" Idk, maybe because being completely isolated while growing up has destroyed my brain and now I'm nothing more than a human-mimicking creature that bases all of my actions on what I think is normal human behavior rather than just doing things naturally

the “i wanna go home” never leaves my head even when i’m physically sitting in my bed

got inspired to start this blog because it recently got confirmed he broke up with his girlfriend 🥰

i just need to bite him. i think all my stress would be gone if i just sank my teeth into him.