My Mom Signed Me Up For A Pageant

I love how I’m literally the strongest frail women ever. I have so many issues but I still stand strong I’m literally just a girl.

I wish I could just melt into you and stay like that forever. touching you isn't enough I need to melt into you and become one. I need our hearts to make contact.

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ּ ֶָ֢. mᥡ mᥱᥣ᥆ძᥡ kᥲᥕᥲіі 𝖿᥆᥆ძ ᯓᡣ𐭩

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This or nothing

the urge to stalk an obsession without their knowledge is SOOOOO SO SO STRONG. i wanna constantly watch them, put cameras in their room and all around their house so i always have an eye on them, maybe even find a way to put a hidden camera in their phone so i can even see them when they’re out of the house .. i could steal their used clothes just to memorize their scent, i could take pictures of them while they sleep, leave little .. “gifts” for them in their room, like a bouquet of their favorite flowers .. !!! they’ll never feel safe .. and i’m completely fine with that <33

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.

I neeeeeed this