Is It In My Rights To Be A Little Possessive Over You Even Though You Technically Don’t Know Who I

it sucks so much to be so desperate to feel loved, yet so incapable of beliving i deserve it...

the feelings i have arent anything new,, ive just been in denial for a while.. not the trauma feelings, the other ones..

-⛓

i understand.

i hope all goes well, but i feel uncomfortable on your behalf to continue talking about this publicly. this is dangerously information to give to the public.

however. we can continue talking, if you’d like.

how do i care about someone without my entire existence revolving around them or is that just my default setting forever

i wish i could have a life with you. but i am frail and dying. im slowly killing myself. youre the only reason i get out of bed anymore, if not for you, i would just curl up and die.

in what universe are we "equal?" are you striving to be oblivious? i'm not terrified of shit.

yeah, right as always . you're warmer than i remember.

– ✘

in every universe, of course! i’m as equal with you as i am with everyone else!

oblivious? what ever do you mean?

nsfw, poll and slutposting under the cut.

i wonder what color they’d like…

i have dark red, light red, baby pink, black…

baby pink and black are practically just scraps of lace, they don’t cover much..

dark red has a little opening in the front, like a tit window, almost but for…yeah.

and the light red has this little heart chain that goes across the back..

i have this pretty black top, too! i just wonder what color they’d like… won’t you help me choose?

good god, how terrible of a person must i be?

how twisted, how sick, how depraved and pathetic must i be to be chasing, begging, dare i say even lusting after someone who’s entire line of communication, who’s entire relationship, stems from something specifically platonic.

he’s right. as unfortunate as it may be, he’s right. i’m nothing, nothing if not a loyal mutt. i bite any other hand that dares feed me, save for my master. the kind of mutt who you pick off the street, so loyal that you could push it down the stairs and it would simply trot back up and sit in front of you, protective and possessive.

it’s almost amusing, this illusion of choice i had. you’ve always been a part of my life. we’ve been friends forever. it would be impossible, or near impossible, to have not taken you up on your offer.

where is the line drawn, between my source memories/relations and yours.

what i wouldn’t give for you to feel the same deep-rooted infatuation, the same fuzzy, cloudy feelings, the same soft, gentle warmth.

not as sweet as you. ^^

did you know someone once told me if they werent the one to hurt me you would do it. im ashamed of the fact i blushed, i just hope i hid it from that person well enough. -⛓

oh, that’s quite interesting.

are you saying you want me to hurt you, anon?

and here i thought you were more of the innocent, quiet type.

maybe that idea is right, only one way to find out/lh -⛓

using my own words against me, now, are we?

for someone who was so scared, your confidence sure did build up fast.

I hope you forgive me for ruining everything

maybe i am a tad obsessive, its not my intention. its just good to finally have an outlet for these feelings i have had for a while now my dearest captain. i would like to believe being yours would be better than anything he made me experience, even if your intentions could hypothetically be no different. -⛓

my intentions are far different, i can assure you of that much.

i’m glad you have an outlet, however. it’s always good to get feelings out.