boxey . nagito !

I'll cling to you over and over and over again until you shove me to the ground so hard that I can't get back up – and even then my broken hands will reach for you as if your touch could heal the wounds you inflicted.

you can clip my wings . if i’m all yours , there’s no point to fly away , they’re useless wings now , love , so wont you get rid of them ?

You’ll only love me until I’m breaking down crying on my knees, begging you please not to ever leave me because I can’t fucking live without you.

I’ll worship the ground you walk on. You deserve it. I’ll follow you around like the pathetic little thing that I am. I just want to praise you.

I wonder if there's a way to sync my hear beat with someone's else, like if we lay really close while I listen to your heartbeat do you think that my body would understand and our hearts would star beating together?

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

I feel like something ppl don’t talk enough about is the fact that sh isn’t just a coping mechanism, but also an addiction. Once you start it is insanely hard to stop and you are more prone to doing other things as well

ok, Madoka.

I want someone to stab me

ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ּ 𖥔 𓄼 ࣪⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ִ᳝ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ּ 𖥔 𓄼 ࣪⠀

Imagining having matching initals of our mutual ownership; my name written with the edge of a blade, dragging across the skin on your right hip. Your name engraved, red and dripping, on my left. One can only dream... sigh