You can call me Strawberry.
I'm 24, a queer girl, poly (with partners), yandere, deeply obsessed with a new FP
DNI - Cis Men, Minors, Homophobes, etc etc etc (I don't check the profiles of most posts I reblog)
I broke early - my best friend/older sister dying when I was 7.
Was everyone's dad a huge creep? Or was mine special?
Rereading our messages the first night probably just means I'm cooked, but your attention feels amazing. I'll suffer through the worst of what my brain does if it means I get to keep thinking about you.
I thought I'd gotten better. But maybe there isn't a better and I should just enjoy the fun parts of being crazy.
This started as a blog to vent, then I got rid of my vents and made sure my FP found it so they'd know I mean it when I tell them I care, now it's back to just being an outlet (instead of being a long love letter to someone)
Personal tags
#grief.txt - Any posts I wrote myself
#yandere euphoria ๐ซ - Posts I write when I'm happy I'm this way
#cute shit I'm too lazy to tag - self explanatory. Also I don't want someone to end up on a yan blog because I reblogged some precure fanart or something.
















