STALKER ♥

STOP CRYING. —- there’s no one to wipe your tears here. ( it hurts! please make it stop! ) fate is crueler than you wished for it to be, purity tainted with the blood of his victims, knife dragging down your body. why’d you fall in love? why… why… why…? drown in your tears, boy, because you want to suffocate. 

sangwoos yaoi hands can go over his whole thigh my dude / anon

what is this therapy pt 2  / anon

———  ❛  was  i  supposed  to  love  them?  ❜  perhaps  if  he  was  taught  how  to  love,  was  given  love  from  the  family members  who  toted  his  ‘round like  he  was  a  burden rather  than  their  own  flesh  and  blood  he  wouldn’t  be  like  this.  perhaps,  he  wouldn’t  be  so  desperate for  the  tiniest inklings  of  what  he  believed was  love,  a  poor,  finite soul  wandering  into  the  den  of  a  monster;  blood  stained  walls, tattered  limbs,  the  cigarette  swirling around  the  air  and  making it  so  hard  to  breathe had  become  normalcy. he  cannot  even  call  for  mother  and  father  as  knife  was  plunged  down  her  chest, asking  for  forgiveness, for  repentance  from  sin.  skin  has  already been  stained  red,  growing  darker by  the  day.