My Nap Was Longer Then I Thought.. Morning My Sweet Captain.

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.

I said things you didn't like..

-⛓

you are quite within your right to say things i do not like.

i do not tolerate negative self-talk here. not from others, at least.

that was all. you have not upset me.

i want to be loved in the same amount that i love.

i wonder where the “x” anon is…

how was your sleep? i hope you are well rested today -⛓

i am quite well rested! i’ve got a somewhat busy day, but i’m ready for the day ahead!

don’t you know that I’M the only one who can satisfy you in this way? the only one who could quench that deep, growing need to take control? the only one you let close, the only one you let lie in your bed at night?

i’m the only one.

Call me manipulative, but I want someone to reach their hand out to me when I start to walk away.

I want to feel like I'm worth running after. I want to feel like I'm wanted.

no it definitely goes beyond a little. ur mines now dude, no takesies backsies

-🌀

what an odd thing to say. considering i don’t even know who you are, it feels like one of those shitty stalker romances daisuke lent me.

a sorrowful source memory…? [tw]

i distinctly remember the aftermath of a particularly rough argument.

he accused me of never caring, of planning to leave. the jimmy i knew was quick to emotion, in every sense of the word: he was quick to fall in love as he was quick to anger. as this argument progressed, our voices were raised higher and higher. it got to the point where my own throat was sore, just from trying to be heard over his frantic yelling. once the end of the argument came about, we both took off to different rooms of the apartment we were sharing at the time. the apartment wasn’t anything too special, just somewhere we could crash when we weren’t doing shipments. he ended up in his (our shared) bedroom, and i ended up pacing the kitchen. about an hour later, he sulked out from the bedroom, and came to me in the kitchen. about 30 minutes into the wait, i decided that food could be a good peace offering, so i was cooking. nothing too extreme, just eggs, as we didn’t have much else in the apartment. i could hear him creep up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle and laying his forehead on the back of my shoulder.

it was those tender moments that reminded me why i stuck around, why i adore/d him, why i was the sole devotee.

Hi :3

-🌀

hello!