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OBSESSION TYPE,, WORSHIP TYPE,, STALKER TYPE,,
MONOPOLY TYPE,, DEPENDANCE TYPE,, DISAPPEARANCE
TYPE,, SELF HARM TYPE,, DOUBLE SUICIDE TYPE,, SELF-
SACRIFICING TYPE,, VORAREPHILLIC TYPE
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irl bpd yandere
likes emos, drawing, animals, BLOOD, razors, my chemical romance, bruises, attention, care, YOU
For the first time I feel scared of him. I realized I don’t know what his intentions are. He really could stab and hurt me. Enjoyable? Yes… but terrifying.
“And when you get with me,
you belong to me,
I’m your owner.”
A knife? Are you flirting with me?
Cut me. Do it until i’m covered in blood. I’d collect my blood in my hands and draw on your body with it. Remember, we’re in this for life.
You like that stuff?
Blood, guts, torture?
I do. Torture sounds incredible. Beautiful, violent, vulgar. I want to chase eachother in a wooded forest, while the moon is out, taking turns stabbing eachother. Drink up every last drop of my blood… but I so badly want to feel your flesh in between my teeth. I want to feel your blood drip from my lips.
I love you in ways that make no sense.
The kind of love that turns every silence into a question.
The kind of love that has me checking my phone even when I know you haven’t had time to answer.
I know you’re here.
I know you’re mine to talk to, to laugh with, to hold close.
And somehow I’m still terrified.
Because loving you has made me discover new ways to be afraid.
I am afraid of distance.
Afraid of time.
Afraid of the tiny things that change without warning.
Afraid that one day you’ll wake up and realize I’m too much.
Too emotional.
Too attached.
Too eager to hear your voice.
Too in love with every little thing you do.
I try to keep those thoughts to myself.
I try to act normal.
But the truth is that my heart follows you everywhere.
When something good happens, I want to tell you.
When something hurts, I want you.
When I hear a song I like, I wonder if you’d like it too.
Every road somehow leads back to you.
And I don’t think you understand how much space you’ve taken up inside me.
You live in my thoughts so naturally that sometimes I forget there was a version of me that existed before you.
You have become part of the background noise of my life.
Constant.
Familiar.
Necessary.
That’s what scares me.
Not that I’ll stop loving you.
But that I’ll never learn how not to.
Because every day I find another reason.
Another detail.
Another expression.
Another moment that makes me look at you and think,
There you are.
There’s my favorite person.
And I know love is supposed to feel warm.
Safe.
Comfortable.
But sometimes it feels like standing at the edge of something enormous.
Something beautiful enough to make my chest ache.
Because I know exactly how much I would lose if you were ever gone.
So I hold you a little tighter.
Love you a little harder.
Memorize you a little more carefully.
Not because I’m planning for goodbye.
But because my heart never quite believes that something this precious could stay.
And yet every day you do.
Every day you choose to stay.
And somehow that makes me fall even deeper.
To be made of flesh is humiliation. Please eat me, make me useful.
You made flowers grow in my lungs, and although they are beautiful, I can’t fucking breathe.
The day I met you, I planned to kill myself and you never would have known it. You are the reason I’m here today, and I would never regret meeting you the day I did. YOU are the reason why I’m alive. Please, don’t ever leave me after saving me. I love you.
A sea of whiskey couldn’t intoxicate me as much as a drop of you.
You were rocking and comforting me while hugging me. I’ve never felt so safe. Please protect me, forever.
Love isn't love if it doesn't have blood stains on it…
Squeeze each other's heart too tight, let it spill, let it burn. Devour.
Be devoured.
You are the prettiest bouquet of dying flowers I have ever seen.
Do you think he likes blood play?
I want him to be passionate about me, crazy about me.
I was eating and got super hot so he was fanning me. Soo cute..
Really unpleasant experience for him as so many bugs got in his hair! I got them out but he got super scared and it was really cute. Like I said, I’ll do anything for him.
He’s my one and only, and I’d never trade him for the world.