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“‘She loves me like a dog’ but not in the soft, blindly loyal puppy way. She loves like a stray, mangy and flea ridden, hiding in the back of an alleyway or under the porch of the abandoned house next door.
She loves violently and ferally and wildly protective because she knows how it feels to be alone during the winter and she can’t go back to that, she can’t.
She loves with teeth and claws because those are the only body parts that have ever saved her, and she mistakes every hug for a chokehold.
She loves in a way that looks an awful lot like violence and feels an awful lot like desperation.”
-some random guy on my tiktok fyp at 3pm on a sunday