dear, grenade heart

𝜗℘ ᶻ 𐰁 ⟢ ݂ divinedana、 has　logged　on.  ⠀❤︎   更新を確認します。 ▨ ✿ཱཱི ⣬ ﾟ．become that beautiful nightmare no one wants to wake up from. the kind of haunting that people secretly hope never ends. be the ache behind their favorite song, the phantom they pray lingers in their walls. you are not just the villain, you’re the tragedy that tastes too good to forget, the sin that feels like silk when it brushes your skin. people don’t just remember you, they worship the memory of you. turn into that character directors write as a warning ⚠️ and yet, audiences walk out of theaters with tears in their eyes, defending you. they make essays, fan edits, and excuses for you. you’re the cautionary tale turned cult classic, the villain that rewrote their own script. your red flags aren’t warnings, they’re invitations. ppl see the danger in you and still walk closer, still lean in when they should run. your flaws glimmer like jewelry, your chaos wears unforgettable perfume. they know you’re poison, but they sip anyway … slow, reverent, addicted. become the embodiment of forbidden desire, the kind of person people know will destroy them, but they’d rather burn beautifully than live without you. you’re that chemical that rewires brain chemistry … the one that makes hearts stutter and minds spiral. enter someone’s life and their equilibrium is gone. their focus breaks. they start doing things they swore they never would, just to feel close to you again. even those who barely knew you once can’t escape the echo. they return like moths to a match flame, dizzy from the memory of your heat. they remember you in flashes—— a stare that lingered too long, a smirk that ruined their night’s sleep. they tell themselves they just want closure, but they want forgiveness, and deep down, they want another dose. move differently now. your presence has 𝗐eight, silence, and gravity. your walk isn’t rushed; it’s deliberate, almost spectral. glide through spaces like you’re half ghost, half creature, your steps soft but echoing in people’s minds long after you’ve left. your stillness frightens people more than anger ever could. your face has settled into something unreadable … a look that borders on boredom, but somehow hypnotic. your resting face says “i don’t care,” but your eyes contradict it 🌧️ … wet, glassy, like they’ve seen too much and felt too deeply. it makes people uneasy, this duality. they don’t know if they should apologize or fall in love. one glance from you, and throats tighten. one second of eye contact, and hearts pound like war drums. have that kind of beauty that hurts … the kind that leaves people questioning whether you’re real or some hallucination born from desire. and your mouth … holy sh.’t, your mouth ?! the prettiest weapon you own. sharp words wrapped in a soft shine. you don’t lie, you just tell the kind of truths people wish you wouldn’t. your tongue is honeyed and venomous in the same breath. speak softly, but every syllable cuts, and people thank you for it. they crave the sound of your voice even when it’s tearing them apart. “how could you let them talk to you like that?” they whisper. “because it’s them,” comes the reply. always. they’d forgive you for anything. people’s morals dissolve around you like sugar in hot water. you could ruin someone with a single glance, and they’d say thank you. you could humiliate someone in front of a crowd, and they’d call it 𝒻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒. you’ve seen it happen … their hands trembling, their lips parted, waiting for another word from you. they mistake cruelty for intimacy, your indifference for affection. they’ll do anything to make you look their way again. any reaction, any scrap of attention. they degrade themselves for a blank stare, for an exhale in their direction. you’re selfish. you don’t deny it. you choose yourself first, always. but somehow, no one blames you. they call it “self respect” when you do it. they call it “boundaries” when you walk away. they rewrite morality in your image. people compare you to those infamous actors and starlets that the world can’t let go of … the ones caught in scandal but still adored, because beauty softens every blow. the type who could do the unforgivable and still trend as mysterious. you are that. you are the headline, the controversy, the obsession. and it’s not even about being liked anymore. it’s about being remembered. you leave fingerprints on souls. your scent lingers in rooms after you’re gone. you’re the ghost that lovers swear they’ve moved on from, but every new person they meet feels like a dull copy of you. you’re not good. you never claimed to be. but you’re loved hopelessly, foolishly, fatally loved. and maybe that’s worse. 𝒶𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗌 :: https://youtu.be/gmFAJPArhqM?si=m78Bngm56WeU3hq4 ❦ asmr 𝒸𝖺𝗅𝗆:: https://youtu.be/_AI5ZZ4C3Y8?si=WYTxW3JTkcDfyVUd 𝓊𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗑:: yes divinedana、 has　logged　off.  ⠀๑͏ï 🪽  更お別れです。