#obsessive gf

[heartshapelocket]

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

me when im slightly interested in someone:

[yanwrld]

[b4byfawn]

[cyber-n3cro]

"hes probably busy, he'll text back eventually"

The landmine urges in my brain:

[sanguinecoffins]

don’t you know how divine you are? sublime in every aspect, you make my heart sing and beat along to the rhythm of your soul. i want you all to myself, and i will have you, devoured and protected within my maw.

[awwjade]

i don’t think she understands me when I say that I’m obsessed with her, utterly addicted to her.

When I say that, I mean it. You’re mine. No one else’s. No one else can have you. You belong to me, I’m the only one that matters.

[chloroform-angel]

ᴹᵒᵒᵈ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ/ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᴸᵒʳᵈ

[urkitty-girl]

fyi

if you give me any sort of attention and affection, if you’re ever nice to me

im 1000% thinking about you all day and slowly but surely getting obsessed with you <3

[satans-lil-d3mon]

My problem is I can’t ever love someone without becoming completely obsessed with them.

[jojokageyama]

This wouldn’t have happened if u didn’t smile at her my love

[sweetsickbeauty]

there are not nearly enough men messaging me 😠

[lux-l1sbon-blitzkrieg]

Me if thinking of the freckle on his tip was illegal

[yanwrld]

[dvyandere]

There’s nothing like having a partner who worships you like a god. No matter what I do, no matter how many times I threaten or hurt it, it still adores me. It still worships me. It accepts everything I give it without any question or protest. Such a well-behaved mutt ❤️

[truskafkoweciastko]

pls >.<

[sanguinecoffins]

another night of lamenting what i don’t have . . . a lover who i’m intertwined with, someone who knows how i look raw and bare but still loves me for it. we would not be unlike siamese twins with the way we are always together. together forever . . . we’d share eternity in every breath we take and between the seams of every kiss. their heart would be mine for the taking; every pulse a testament to their unbridled joy whenever they catch a glimpse of me and my tainted flesh, flesh that they’ve peeled back many times to rub the balm of their acceptance into my aching marrow. oh, where are you my sweet?