*steps Out Of My Room Covered In Blood, Severely Disheveled, And With Signs Of Having Been Crying For

*steps out of my room covered in blood, severely disheveled, and with signs of having been crying for hours* I sent that e-mail I had to send

I want to be his precious, little doll. To be dressed up in any way he sees fit. To sit in his lap and have my hair brushed. To be anything he desires. To do whatever he wants me to do. To forever be loved by him.

(not a girl) bUT LITERALLY ME

I would kill for some attention and mutual obsession right about now <3

My love language is obsessing over you everyday, getting jealous when someone looks at you or talks to you, protecting you at all costs, following you around to make sure you're safe, sending you love letters and killing anyone who hurts you.