Omg Me

no, I cant sleep without your goodnight.

no, I can't sleep if we argued.

no, I cant sleep if you're mad at me.

no, I can't sleep if i miss you.

no, I cant eat if you're mad at me.

no, I cant eat if we argued.

no, I can't take care of myself if we argued.

no, I cant stay more than thirty minutes w/o you.

no, I cant function without you.

no, I can't be ok if you're not ok.

no, I can't stop depending on you.

My kidnapper should snuggle me n read me bedtime stories btw.. thats like the bare minimum :3

Dress me, feed me, set a bedtime… I’d never runaway from someone who loves me so much >\\\\<

We should be watching a horror movie or Christmas movie together, and you should have fallen asleep safely in my arms, and should be leaving a huge puddle of your drool all over me, just for me to wipe it from your mouth and onto my clothing, because nothing proper to clean it up with was close

kinda want an older guy to eat me out idk

Spending all of my time watching you and obsessing over you from the hidden cameras i installed in every room of your house. Learning every little thing about you. Learning your entire routine, and all of your favorite things, your favorite foods and drinks, your favorite shows and books, your favorite activities. Learning how you decorate your room, down to the very last detail. When I kidnap you, and finally make you mine for the rest of your life, I will make sure I have made you a room identical to your old one, I have everything in there, all of your stuffed animals, all of your sentimental items. All of your favorite objects and activities. I will make the perfect home for you, I want you to feel comfortable. I want to show you that you’re safe now, you’re my pet now. And you’re mine for forever baby.

do you want me to worship you? is that it? is that why you ignore me? do you want me on my knees, hands clasped, begging? pleading? tearing up, my knees burned from kneeling? whimpering and sobbing, choking on my own salivia, like some sort of dog? do you want me to spam you endlessly, rows and rows of messages, missed calls, voice memos of crying and screaming? you reduce me to a pathetic mess, an object of only your affection, and i somehow adore it. i adore being this way for you, face all drowned with tears, sniffling violently, high-pitched apologies leaving my trembling lips while i claw at you for affection, how i adore being yours.