“behave” hey so unfortunately that was hot and i will be listening.

Life is a series of returning to yourself, over and over again.

your fav carrying you from the car when you fall asleep in the passenger seat. Even if you wake up and rasp insistently that you can walk, they won’t let you down because they genuinely love to hold you and you’re so sleepy so they just kiss your head and tell you how cute you are. They tuck you in bed and slip in right after they lock up and shut the lights off and then you are warm once again and snuggling very tightly against them

i have no interest in yanderes where it isn’t very obvious that they love you more than anything else on earth. like to me personally that’s the point of the yandere genre

just thinking about the first time your heart flutters, where your eyes linger too long on someone, who up until this moment was just like everyone else to you, and to see them turn in your direction, and their response to seeing your newly loving eyes on them, is to smile, unknowing that the earth's center of gravity has shifted to where they stand

I have the perverts mind and the perverts heart. My soul? that is also quite perverted.

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.

this is not a place of honor

Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you

Thinking about a love that insists on sinking teeth and claws into them and holding on with every fiber of your being. Something filled with deep adoration but laced with desperate want as you cling to them fiercely. Lovers whose affection holds an almost frantic need to clutch their beloved tight, to drop anchor in safe harbor and never, ever, ever draw it back up. Lovers whose need for constancy and steadfastness intertwine with a very real and potent affection. I think about it often for characters who have known grief or loss or abandonment, where the intensity of their love becomes something almost violent in its neediness, something fierce to mask the fear underneath. Things have slipped through their fingers before. Please don’t let this be one. Please stay. Please let them make a home here, without fearing what comes next.

hi aromantics and asexuals and aroaces. I love you.

also everyone who's anywhere else on the aspectrum and everyone who's questioning if they're aspec. hi I love you too.