#darkpsychprincess

He told me I was hard to love. And I agreed. I said, "So what are you still doing here, then?" He didn’t answer. But he stayed. For a while. Until he didn’t.

I don’t fall in love. I drown in it and drag the other person under with me.

Sometimes, I pretend I’m the villain in someone else’s story just to make the loneliness more cinematic.

My love language is knowing too much about you without ever asking.

I love hard. Possessive, obsessive, feral kind of love. It’s the kind that could either build you an empire or bury you beneath it. Depends on how you treat me.