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i wanna get rid of this body, this prison that holds me, that binds me. So I can be with you forever and ever, my love for you transcends time, age and reality so let my soul transcend too...Our souls are tied together so let me cut myself free so I can be with you forever and always.. allow me to be at the purest state I can be so I can love you in the way I was meant to.

Take me in the night and never let me go ever again

i can live through one thousand lifetimes and I would still want you in all of them

i wanna get worse, I've grown to hate being aware of everything. Please Let my delusions wash over me again and make me see the "make-believe", it's the only way I've ever known. It's a way to make it through the days without shame or guilt. let me believe in my dearest darling for a while more, let this love that I feel never end or die. let the home I finally found be true and by God let me finally feel at peace even if it's only for a small moment

every little thing reminds me of you, the warm sun that lights the day, the simple pleasure of a afternoon nap, the taste of fresh and crisp bread, the faint but pleasant scent of a rose, but you are more wonderful than all of those things. You are more to me than anything else I ever knew or will know, you are the highest in my world and in my heart. And loving you is the most beautiful thing I could ever do.

you smell like cigarettes, wine, roses and love!

break my legs, put cigarettes to my flesh, bite me until I'm cover in wounds, paint Me black and blue, kick me, hit me, pull my hair, slap me, kill me too if you desire to, As long as it's you I'm fine with it, I love you so much my dear. Abuse me as you please, as long as I have your love and attention I will allow it.

hold me close and hold me fast, the magic spell you cast. This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me, heaven sighs, And though I close my eyes I see la vie en rose.

when you press me to your heart, I'm in a world apart. A world where flower bloom.

And when you speak, angels sing from above. Everyday words turn into love songs.

give your heart and soul to me, and life with always be..

La vie en rose <3

Oh love is the death of me, I'm utterly obsessed with it and will spend all of eternity chasing after it. You know, I wasn't always like this. It's rather sad I became like this, so devoted to love to the point it drove me mad. I just wanted love for so long it drove me to the point of no return, it just was a longing, it was only a harmless feeling at first but the longer it went on the more it ate me alive until it turned me into what I am today. I only have the sincerest apologies to the people I've focused on, I never think, only focus on my own selfish ever consuming feelings. I only hope to get better, for my love to stop being like this and go back to it being the innocent thing that was, But it never will be. I would hope for forgiveness but I know I do not deserve it. May God strike me and help those who are unfortunately enough to be dear to me

OH GOD SOMEONE WANT ME, SOMEONE PLEASE NEED ME. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TELL ME YOU WANT ME TELL ME YOU WANT ME SAY THAT YOU NEED ME PLEASE JUST SOMEONE SAY THEY NEED ME OH GOD GOOD LORD JUST SAY IT! TELL ME I'M LOVED, TELL ME I AM NEEDED, TELL ME ANYTHING TO SHOW THAT I AM WANTED

Greetings and Merry Christmas to all you wondrous folks! I wish everyone in the Yan community a marvelous holiday and a wonderful new Year with their darlings!

"And if I’m a monster possessed to mangle You’re the only dancer I don’t wanna strangle"

-we will commit wolf murder

Some folks say being unhealthy obsessed with a person and or idea is bad but I'm quite literally only a lad, ok? I'm only a lad

A board Based off of my dearest darling!

i wanna be a doll for you, a perfect little thing fit to be your companion. But we both know I am little more than a jester at the end of the day, something playing at class and grace. A fool who was born to be mocked and a clown who wishes to amuse you. I was born a fool and will die a fool but please let me be your fool. Every king needs a jester so please let me be yours

Call me whenever you please, lapdog, errand boy, butler, your dog, your servant, your little prince, your toy, your dearest punching bag. It doesn't matter. As long as you are looking at me and giving me your love and attention I can be whatever you want.

BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME BELOVED SAVE ME

let me be your servant, let me pour your drink as you stroke my head. Let me feel useful to you, please I beg of you. But oh god don't just see me as just a servant and nothing more, let what I do be the labor of love that it is. That other fool couldn't see my actions for what they were, but I know you my love will see my efforts and reward them accordingly

when she/he/they talks to someone else

Oh! You want me? Oh Jeez... I WILL TELL YOU MY ADDRESS AND GIVE YOU ALL OF MY SOCIAL MEDIAS AND PUT UP A CAMERA IN MY OWN HOME FOR YOU!.... I'm a darling, PLEASE I'm begging.

filter: cvt skin knife carving stab

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.

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.

won’t you love me in the most vile way possible? . . . won’t you hurt me in the most saccharine way possible?