Psycho^~^daisy

you don’t like me. you like the idea of me. you don’t know what i’d do to you, really.

It’s too fun texting her perverted things while she’s in public. Sitting there reading the filthy things I want to do to her, telling her in detail how much I want to ruin her. But she’s just there, sitting and not being able to touch herself. Pressing her legs together, trying to make herself feel good in anyway she can but it’s still not enough, is it princess? It must be so frustrating being wet in public, unable to touch yourself, trying to hide the fact you’re going feral. God isn’t that the cutest little thing..

I hope I make you feel violent. I hope whenever you see me interact with another person you get a shallow feeling in your stomach, a feeling that makes you sick, one that needs to be quelled only by attempting to claim me for yourself.

isolate me, tell me im yours only, threaten to hurt me if i speak to anyone else.

THISSSSS

I need you to need me as much as I need you.

born to say “i hope they fucking die” forced to say “omg i hope you have funnn :3” whenever they go out with their friends