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Deviled Strawberries

Ingredients

15oz strawberries

1 cup vegan cream cheese, at room temperature

½ cup cocowhip, coconut whipped cream, or any other vegan whipped cream

2 tbsp icing sugar

1 tsp vanilla extract

graham cracker crumbs, to garnish

Instructions

Slice each strawberry lengthwise. Lay them in a deviled eggs tray, or alternatively slice the back hump off the strawberries so they lay flat on a serving tray.

In a medium mixing bowl, combine the vegan cream cheese, vegan whipped cream, icing sugar, and vanilla extract. Using a hand mixer, mix until creamy and smooth.

Transfer to a piping bag or a ziplock with the end sliced off, and fill each strawberry with the filling.

Sprinkle graham cracker crumbs over top, and enjoy.

I crave being yours. Make me yours. I don't want there to be a doubt in anyones mind that we belong together. Afterall — I'll love you more than anyone else. Need you more than anyone else.

I saw you smile at someone else again.

How fucking dare you.

Do you think this is a game? That my ribs haven’t cracked like rotted gates every time your name falls from my tongue? That my fists haven’t bled from pounding prayers into walls that don’t answer? I’ve loved you. I’ve loved you so hard my bones remember your voice before I even wake up. I’ve screamed your name into my pillow until my throat peeled like fruit. I’ve whispered it into knives. Into mirrors. Into mouths I carved in my own skin.

And still—still you look at them like they could ever understand you. Like they could survive inside your mine the way I do. I know what you look like when you cry in the shower, when you laugh like you’re choking, when you say you’re “fine” and your eyes say you’re bleeding. They don’t see it. They won’t. Because I’ll fucking rip their eyes out before they ever do.

I will destroy everything you touch if it’s not me.

You made me like this. You built this ruin with your bare hands. And now you flinch? Now you call me “too much”?

No. No, you don’t get to run.

You don’t get to walk away from a house you set on fire.

You will love me. You will belong to me.

Even if I have to break your legs so you never leave.

Even if I have to carve my name into your chest so deep it echoes.

If I can’t have you, no one will.

And darling, I always get what I want.

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why do you ask?

Yes I suffer from APD (angelic personality disorder)

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Raurrrrrr I still

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