The Love of Your Life

Harsh themes | Proceed with caution | Side effects may include falling in love with me and trauma |

[moon5h1n3]

~ Call me Nova!

~ Cisgender She/Her but also open to gender neutral titles/comments

~ 19 years old

~ Bisexual

~ Taken and NOT LOOKING (though attention is VERY appreciated and yes, he knows so don’t try it)

~ This blog will explore harsh/triggering themes like severe attachment, violence, and manipulation so if you can't handle that, don't report just block

~ This blog was made to cope with trauma so we listen and we don't judge

~ DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING: Below the age of 18, racist, ableist, transphobic, homophobic, xenophobic, antisemitic, a misogynist, comfortable with fat shaming, pro-life/pro-birth, etc.

~ My asks are currently open!

[moon5h1n3]

VAMPIRES FEEDING AS A METAPHOR FOR SEX VAMPIRES FEEDING AS A METAPHOR FOR SEX VAMPIRES FEEDING AS A METAPHOR FOR SEX VAMPIRES FEEDING AS A METAPHOR FOR SEX VAMPIRES FEEDING AS A METAPHOR FOR SEX VAMPIRES FEEDING AS A METAPHOR FOR SEX VAMPIRES FEEDING AS A METAPHOR FOR SEX VAMPIRES FEEDING AS A METAPHOR FOR SEX

[moon5h1n3]

I used to have a friend that was pretty much the textbook definition of a yandere. My friends always thought he was a weird red flag and they never understood why I stuck around him for so many years. But we understood each other. We were so alike, you would think we were the same person copied and pasted twice. I’ve gotten better over the years at hiding or suppressing my “suffocating” love. But I never had to pretend with him, the same way he never had to pretend with me. I was never “too much” or “paranoid” or “crazy.” Sometimes, I miss him. He’s not dead but we don’t talk. Not really, anyway. It’s selfish to keep wanting to be around him even when we both know things have changed and we can’t go back to how things were before. But that understanding, that freedom to just be… I’m never getting that with anyone ever again.

[moon5h1n3]

So… funny story… we’re friends again :)

I feel genuinely sick now that I’m remembering how much I missed him and having my safe space in him. I need to be put down and not in the silly way. I hate this so bad but it feels so good. Talking to him feels like a head rush that won’t stop. Get me out of here.

[moon5h1n3]

My asks are open in case you have questions. I don’t bite…

[moon5h1n3]

Mutual worship > one sided obsession

Consume me the way I want to consume you. Take up my every thought with your presence, your voice, your touch, and your kiss like a worm that never leaves the brain.

[moon5h1n3]

That old “handcuffed to my partner for 24 hours” challenge from YouTube eight years ago but it’s you and I and it’s way longer than 24 hours <3

We could do everything together. We can become one.

[moon5h1n3]

Uhhhhh sooooo I’m gonna move accounts pretty soon in case Tumblr decides to nerf me but don’t worry, darlings. It’s gonna take a lot more to keep me away 💕

[moon5h1n3]

So funny story, this was a lie. Apparently, I’m just now finding out about a scam where people are hacking into accounts and trying to take money from users by commenting under your post and saying they have something important to DM you about, then pretending they reported your account on accident and getting you to go to Discord instead.

Please be safe out there, darlings. Don’t trust everybody, keep your DMs open to those who you trust, and don’t ever reveal anything personal that can get you hurt. I just found this out today.

SPREAD THE WORD

[moon5h1n3]

Uhhhhh sooooo I’m gonna move accounts pretty soon in case Tumblr decides to nerf me but don’t worry, darlings. It’s gonna take a lot more to keep me away 💕

[moon5h1n3]

I used to have a friend that was pretty much the textbook definition of a yandere. My friends always thought he was a weird red flag and they never understood why I stuck around him for so many years. But we understood each other. We were so alike, you would think we were the same person copied and pasted twice. I’ve gotten better over the years at hiding or suppressing my “suffocating” love. But I never had to pretend with him, the same way he never had to pretend with me. I was never “too much” or “paranoid” or “crazy.” Sometimes, I miss him. He’s not dead but we don’t talk. Not really, anyway. It’s selfish to keep wanting to be around him even when we both know things have changed and we can’t go back to how things were before. But that understanding, that freedom to just be… I’m never getting that with anyone ever again.

[moon5h1n3]

My birthday’s right around the corner. Everyone keeps asking me what’s on my wishlist or “give me present ideas” but all I want is to have a bag placed over my head, wrists tied to my ankles, thrown in the back of a trunk, and taken to a place where no one can reach me… or you. The outside world is too overwhelming, too stressful. A getaway with just you and I sounds like the perfect gift.

[moon5h1n3]

Poking holes in your condom to baby trap you and keep you with me forever <3

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Something about hearing you whisper “shh… it’s okay baby, don’t fight it. I got you, you’re okay. Nice and easy for me, there we go” to me as you inject a sedative into my bloodstream just makes me feel so fuzzy inside ^v^

[moon5h1n3]

Well, technically you can also get scars "lasered off" ☝️🤓

If my darling ever tried lasering off their scar, I'd just make new ones. One for every time they try to run or fight back. Of course I don't want to chain them to the wall but how am I supposed to trust that it won't happen again? Besides, it's not like it'll hurt that bad. I'll still make sure it heals properly. Maybe if they're good, they can do mine too so we can still match <3

[moon5h1n3]

tw: violence, mentions of stalking, and blood

Anonymously sending you letters in the mail, signing them with a heart that was drawn with my blood. You'll get confused and think nothing of it until you start reading them and see how descriptive they are. Exact timestamps of when you leave your house, detailed descriptions of what you were wearing. You'll get scared and throw the letter away only to wake up to a letter on your nightstand the next morning.

You'll start getting paranoid about someone breaking into your house, putting up all kinds of locks and changing them. Baby, you know those silly things won't keep me away, don't you? I'll send letters to your workplace, to your parents, to your siblings, to your friends, to your neighbors.

I'll wait for you to stand in the most perfect spot where I can see you through your window, taking pictures from afar. I’ll draw little hearts around your face in red marker and place them neatly in an envelope. I’ll ship it to your house and don’t worry, I made copies so we both can share the memories. You’ll call police and make a claim that you’re being watched but it just gets swept under the rug. You can’t get rid of me. You can’t scare me off with red and blue lights. You can close your curtains and change your locks but I will always find a way to be close to you, even from far away.

You don’t believe me? That’s okay, I know you have trust issues. You don’t believe when someone just tells you they love you, I don’t mind proving it. I’ll throw a brick at your window and I’ll watch your eyes go wide from a distance as you see that little red heart you know oh so well.

[obsessivel0v3r]

This isn't a regular post,

but if you're a yandere/darling blog and over 18 (18+) could you please reblog/interact?

I think it's hard trying to find blogs that are 18+, to be mutuals with. And I think it'd be cool to find some more blogs!!

[moon5h1n3]

tw: mentions of scars

Why get matching tattoos when we could have matching scars? Tattoos aren't "permanent." People can get them lasered off whenever. Scars are forever.

[moon5h1n3]

“Oh baby run away. Find other hearts to break. I’ll be your last love standing.” - Allegra Jordyn