love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me
I think being kidnapped would make me fall head over heels for anyone. Why am I not chained up in someone's basement? Am I not worthy of that kind of love?
Can I own you? Not in your name, not in your flesh, but in the way you can’t stop thinking of me. In the way we can't get out of one anothers head.
Spending all of my time watching you and obsessing over you from the hidden cameras i installed in every room of your house. Learning every little thing about you. Learning your entire routine, and all of your favorite things, your favorite foods and drinks, your favorite shows and books, your favorite activities. Learning how you decorate your room, down to the very last detail. When I kidnap you, and finally make you mine for the rest of your life, I will make sure I have made you a room identical to your old one, I have everything in there, all of your stuffed animals, all of your sentimental items. All of your favorite objects and activities. I will make the perfect home for you, I want you to feel comfortable. I want to show you that you’re safe now, you’re my pet now. And you’re mine for forever baby.
i love when men throw me around, it’s so cute n makes me feel so tiny <3
The way the phrase "I touched myself while thinking about you" makes my brain melt. Like,, really? Promise you'll do it again? Promise you'll keep telling me? Please, please, please-