princess, demon, the most beautiful woman in the world (almost)

everyone wants a yandere until we display symptoms of our mental illness. everyone says they're a yandere until they meet a real yandere. everyone wants yan4yan until one of the yanderes is actually toxic.

calling out of work because my porcelain is cracked

no one else compares to the way i love. no one will devote themselves to you like i do. no one will spill their pretty guts out for you like i would. no one will plague your mind and root themselves into the grooves of your brain like me. you can leave me, but i will always be stuck to you like a parasite. you will search for me in everyone; you will find me in no one.

i just wish you'd be more pathetic about me: drool at my photos, spam me when i'm not around, send me lengthy texts and voice messages about how much you love me. show me your devotion, your obsession. don't hide anything from me. break open your own ribcage and let me see what's inside, let me see that beating heart of yours.

writing in 24 pt bold font at the top of my google doc: THE CHARACTER SHOULD BE LYING TO HIMSELF AT ALL TIMES

doll maxxing

i want to live inside your skin and braid myself into your veins. i want to be so full of you that i don't know where either of us begins. your skin becomes my skin, your blood becomes my blood, your heart becomes my heart. we beat together as one.

my jealousy spills like blood: thick, gooey, red. i'm the only one, right? right? there can't be anyone else. i'm the only one for you. i fit perfectly in the palm of your hand, like a glove, or cinderella's shoe.

i can smell your rot, the thing that makes you unbearable to everyone except for me. your insides are decaying, your skin is peeling, your bones are dismantling, but i love you anyway.