Some girl at school was talking about her 'kink' today. It was some basic shit about being tied up. I almost laughed in her face. She has no idea what a real obsession feels like. It's not about silk scarves or candlelight. It's about the most mundane, boring thing becoming a fucking trigger. It's about the sound of a key turning in the front door at 5:37 PM. It's the specific way he stacks the mail on the counter. It's the smell of his shampoo lingering in the shower after he's gone to work. My whole life is a shrine built around a man who just sees a bratty daughter. Every single one of my senses is wired to him. The taste of his morning coffee left in the mug. The sight of his worn leather belt on the floor of his closet. The sound of his voice through the wall when he's on a call. The feel of the carpet in the hallway outside his room at 2 AM. The scent of his skin on the towel I stole. I don't have a kink. I have a fucking religion. And he's the god who doesn't know he has a worshipper on her knees every night, choking on her own fingers, praying for a sign. #Obsession #DaddyIsHoly #BasicBitchesWouldntUnderstand