stop looking at him. stop thinking about him. stop desiring him. stop yearning for him. he’s fucking mine. i’ll be damned if you think you could ever have him.

what is it, baby…? they were staring for too long? do you want to get rid of them?

bite into the curvature of my throat — i want everyone to know that i am yours.

if yall don’t stop reblogging my shit under kink tags, i’m going to lose my fucking mind.

sorry i said i wanna fuse our bones together shawty pls text me back

not to flirt or anything but i would carve your name on my skin if you asked me nicely

i’m so selfish. i want you all for myself.

<3

Oh, my love. You're safe with me now. Who hurt you? Who made you feel unloved, unadored? Let me carve their hearts out for you. Show me your thorns and let me show you hands ready to bleed.

WHY

WHY

WHY!!!?!?

why won’t you pay attention to me??? why won’t you yearn for me like i do for you? what the fuck do they have that i don’t? i beg just for you to even look my way. yet you treat me like this? what will it take for you to want me? do i need to slit my throat for you to feel even the slightest amount of guilt for dismissing my existence??? will i have to defy all morals for you? i will. i fucking will

i have never loved someone more than i have loved you. why does it ache?

why

does

it

kill

me ?

do all of these unspoken words and unshed tears weigh on you too? can you feel them? does it crush you the way it crushes me?

darling, can i be your favorite? can i be your only one? can i be the one you stay up to talk to late at night? can i be the one in your dreams? can i be the person you come crawling back to at the end of the day? just tell me already, darling.

"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)

Ernest Hemingway, from "The Garden of Eden," originally published in 1986