Nov 19, 2025
why are relationships so harrrdd :((( i treat people how i wanna be treated and it doesnt come back to me... will someone praise me and give me petnames..? i promise to do it to you !!
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why are relationships so harrrdd :((( i treat people how i wanna be treated and it doesnt come back to me... will someone praise me and give me petnames..? i promise to do it to you !!
He played it cool. For months.
Never double-texted. Never stared too long.
Never mentioned how he knew your schedule to the minute.
Never brought up the time he followed you home in the rain just to make sure you were safe.
He was patient. Composed. Careful.
Until one night—your room glowing with candlelight and incense thick in the air—you told him the truth.
“I’ve always kind of liked the yandere type. The ones who’d kill for love.” You laughed. Playful. Testing. “I think obsession is kinda hot.”
And then it cracked.
The mask dropped.
The hands on your waist got tighter. His voice? Breathless.
“You—You should’ve told me sooner.”
Now he doesn't stop.
He begs you to bind him.
Tells you to hex him if he ever leaves you.
Wants you to carve his name into a candle, press it to your altar, and swear your soul is tangled with his.
“Do a love spell. A real one. Don’t hold back. I want to feel it in my bones.” “Curse me if I ever look at anyone else. Make me yours. Please.”
He brings you his hair. Slips it between your journal pages. Asks if you’ll drink from the same cup. Share the same blood.
You’ve never seen someone so needy for damnation.
And you?
You smile like a goddess with a knife behind her back.
Because he doesn’t realize—
He was yours the second he walked through your door.
“ I desire to be both seen and wanted in the gentlest of ways. ”
oh to fall in love with a nerdy loser man 😔😔 oh god i want one 😔
(bonus points if he’s disgustingly educated in and passionate about a random topic )
The question had been in my head for a while now and I’m going to ask; Has Vox ever been wanted for an attention to be loved? Like truly be loved by someone who would just say three words ‘I love you’ to him? Wondering if three words was something he was chasing after all these years?
This might be the reason why he wanted to be noticed as the leader or even god by killing people who stood in his way or getting an attention from others. What do you guys think?
and so i unravel over and over and over and over and over and over for you
Is it too much?
Everyday I sit idly by with thoughts going round in my head.
Round and round like a merry go round my thoughts consume every square inch of head space.
Some good, some bad, and some that shouldn’t even be given the light of day.
As time goes by one by one my thoughts scream at me, every second of everyday.
My thoughts in a nutshell would have even my own mother worrying about me.
“Am I too big?”
“Am I pretty enough?”
“Am I talking too slow?”
“Did I stutter?”
Is what I think of myself on a daily.
Round and round my thoughts go flying.
“Am I falling behind?”
“Should I have done that already?”
“Will I ever get asked out?”
Round and round they go…
“Am I the problem?”
“Should I starve myself?”
“Will I ever be seen for who I am?”
They come and they go just like people to places.
Like birds to the south for winter.
Like a game of fetch with a dog.
Is it too much to want to be beautiful in the eyes of a man?
To want to experience love firsthand?
To be wanted for more than just sex.
Is it too much?