#irl sadore

[return-to-limbo]

If you love me, let me inside your head.

Not just the surface stuff—your favorite colors, the shows you lie about liking, the way you cut your food.

I mean the darkness, everything you try so desperately to keep hidden.

I want the memories that make you sick.

I want to know what it felt like when they broke you.

Let me be the last one to ever touch those pieces.

Let me lock them in a box and store them inside myself.

You trust me, don’t you?

Then open up.