₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊ 10/15/25
Greetings, this is a place for me to shamelessly gush about my husband — my beloved Samael. Yes, I already have multiple rentries about him (peek at these). Yes, I am obsessed with him. No, I do not care. Here's a list of reasons why my hubby is better than you.

  1. He's prettier. I love his hair, his little smile, his pretty eyes, his lips, his hands. He’s so, so beautiful. There's no one else on this Earth whose face could capture my gaze and make it linger the way his does. I'd kiss him all day. With breaks in between, because physical touch overwhelms us both.
  2. He’s smarter. His critical thinking skills turn me on. The way he can understand both sides of an argument? Incredible. The way he admits when he's not educated enough on a topic? Sexy. The way he doesn't tolerate nonsense when he is educated on a topic? Thigh clenching. The way his brain works? I'm slicked. When he starts theorizing and catching the smallest details of things? Do nawt get me started.
  3. He’s funnier. I will be smiling and giggling at his texts, thinking; “He's so stupid." "He's such a weirdo." "I want to maul him and eat him alive."
  4. He’s more charming. I love all his silly mannerisms. I love when he calls me petnames in my mother tongue out of nowhere. I love when he nerds out over things he's passionate about and that I don't understand. I love when he texts me as he reads a manhwa, or as he plays HSR or other silly games on his phone. I love when his hair looks lovelier than usual and so he sends me pictures of it. I love when he sends me pictures of new stuff he's bought. I love when he updates me about his day even if I'm not responding. All of that is charming to me — a reminder that he thinks of me, that I exist in his orbit. I appreciate every little thing.
  5. He’s all I’ve ever wanted. I've spent a long time uninterested in relationships, romance and the like. The connections I made would end up with me inevitably growing bored. With him, it feels as though I've found my person — the stranger who's haunted my fantasies since I was younger, the blurred out face I see in the dream world and that I try to chase after as I wake up.
  6. He’s all I’ve ever needed. He's good for me. Even when he makes me go insane, even when he makes me want to kill him, he's good for me. We force each other to grow. We balance each other out. He brings me both peace and chaos, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

He's half my soul. Him and I are made of the same filth, rage, and warmth. I am bound to him as he is bound to me, and that is final. Nothing and no one can come between that.

05/08/26: Hi. Matching rentries and pfps is not enough. I need to live in his skin and organs and omnomnomnom ok. Ok

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Pub: 22 Apr 2023 04:02 UTC

Edit: 08 May 2026 00:54 UTC

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