I’m Needy. I’m Disgusting. I’m Useless.

Is it in my rights to be a little possessive over you even though you technically don’t know who i am? Or is that crazy of me? Be so super honest pretty please

-🌀

hm…depends.

do i not know who you are at all? do i not know who you are, but i know the system/the body/another headmate of yours? do i not know you, but know of you?

i’m sure it’s well within your rights. craziness aside.

i am very much the kind of person to constantly have emojicombos dot com open in a tab it makes it so effortless to build themed things -⛓

oh, absolutely!

i have a note in my notes app full of copy-paste symbols.

What did I do to make myself genuinely unlikable

hmm . thinking ... you'd kinda furrow your eyebrow a bit, yer lips would be pressed into a thin line, your eye would twitch if you were concentrating too hard on trying to look determined.

it's the little things, captain. the ones you gloss over and the ones i catch. now, that quip about you being a grown man? yeah. but what are you to me?

– ✘

i’m your captain, and your friend, of course.

who says i gloss over them? i do my best to catch all the little quirks about all of you. it helps me adapt better to the people i’m around, to help them and take care of them in a more meaningful way.

Of course i can be patient, I haven’t told you who I am yet have I? I hope your movie is good :3

-🌀

it was a good movie, i enjoyed it!

now, as for patience. thank for being such.

how has your day been, anon?

he may be this..this manipulative, god-status-having figure. but i am nothing if not a willing devotee, offering up my heart, body, mind and soul.

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.

breakfast? what’s that?

( this is a joke, i had two cookies and a dr pepper for breakfast. )

I need to put my hands around your neck and squeeze until you whine. You know who this is, Curly.

let’s be completely honest with ourselves, now. it wouldn’t take that much pressure.

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