𖹭softie𖹭

This blog was originally made to express my obsessive feelings in yanderecore, but when I am having a depressive or anxious episode I may post very triggering stuff.

Nowadays I reblog mainly aesthetic/cute posts, sometimes yanderecore. I make sure to filter triggering posts, so please filter the tags according to what triggers you:

gore

self harm

blood

cutting

suicide

death

bruising

body horror

cannibalism

yanderecore

yandere

obsessive

𖹭07/31/2024: I made it so people can only find my blog using tags related to yanderecore, lovecore or pink edits, to protect people who are uncomfortable with yandere stuff from finding my blog accidentally. Now all the other tags from the posts from this date forward (07/31/2024>) will have "𖹭" added on them.

I will also start tagging every yandere post with yandere related tags, so that you can censor the tags if you want and explore my blog for the other content.

𖹭07/03/2025: took off the "tw" version of the tags so that I only need to tag once.

I don't have fucking friends, and I don't have a boyfriend that respects me.

My cats are the only ones who give a shit about me.

I wore rose-tinted glasses for way too long because I grew up listening to her, and her fandom was like a cult. I did not want to believe she was a bad person because she was the first idol I ever had.

I still love a lot of her songs, but I don't support her, I don't like her.

I keep forgetting the light of my own bathroom on, lately I have really trying to be better about it. First he said he would let any cat lingering around in my bedroom door in, knowing that three of those cats pee on my stuff and could potentially ruin things that are important to me. Now he says he will come into my room and steal stuff from me and hide it. It could be anything. And I felt like the last days I was doing good by turning off my bathroom's lights. Either way, it's things like these that make me wonder why did I even stop self harming. He can be forgetful. But the moment I get forgetful, I get a lashing out. Is it even worth working on trying to better myself if I am just punished anyways?

Maybe I am just playing victim, idk, he always says I do. When he forgot the fucking door for our house open all night when he went out with his girlfriend and he came back and noticed it was like "oopsie, I made a mistake", but if it was I that had forgotten that door open he would tear me a new one.