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it was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. suicide weather.
yearning for a man to kidnap me and keep me as his pet so he can take care of me and love me forever
yearning for a boyfriend who is just as insane as i am so we just end up cutting everyone off and living happily ever after
i frequently fantasise about being loved. the thought of matching my schedule to someone else’s is so appealing .let’s wake up at the same time, let’s eat together at the same time, let’s do everything together and then go to bed at the same time .i don’t need anything more than this
Eye of Horus neck tattoo on the mummified remains of an Egyptian woman who lived 3,000 years ago, found in Deir el-Medina, the village of tomb builders
Smithsonian, photo by Anne Austin
Drag your teeth across my chest and taste my beating heart
I wonder if we're still connected to the red string of fate...
Theyre fucking with me subliminally
Don't let anyone tell you that you're wrong or not enough
i want to stick to you forever, like a piece of gum stuck to your shoe that you can’t get off
Love is creepy, and poisonous. Wanting to hold them tightly while being disgusted by other people touching me. As someone who isn't affected by people's tears or pain, worrying over the smallest change in their mood. Even when people talk to me, Ah.. I don't really listen. My mind is always on them.
Ah, love changes people. Slowly.
i hate being jealous wdym youre interacting with all these other people im RIGHT HERE !!!
What's so wrong with unhealthy codependent abusive love anyway huh?
i LOVE toxic codependency
The type of shit I’m on