𝗼𝗼𝗰. ︴you own my heart. take it. take it. it’s yours.

𝗼𝗼𝗰. ︴my favorite. 🫶🏼

comply with each and every single one of her demands, and she will be happy.

someone is feeling a little bit 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒, no?

perhaps, she can be easily persuaded.

all mine.

is that a promise?

a small 𝒑𝒐𝒑 ; and the cherry flavored lollipop is out of her lips, stick twirling now betwixt manicured digits. just call her 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 and spoil her rotten.

𝐨𝐨𝐜. they were all minors back then but only one of them relentlessly stalked, harassed and threatened to kill himself and my friend if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. how long ago this was is irrelevant when every couple of years he’s being exposed for being a literal »

» menace to society and terrorizing women using the same old tactics. victim-blaming isn’t a good look. and they’re allowed to remember and recount their experience no matter what given that it was a traumatizing one during their formative years, asshole.

ps ; talking about yourself in third person doesn’t change the fact everyone can see you’re the same person defending yourself from different accounts.