"obsessive opps disorder" might refer to an enemy who is intensely fixated on another enemy to the extent that they are willing to endanger their own well-being or freedom in pursuit of that obsession. This could manifest as a relentless and extreme focus on a rival or adversary, disregarding personal safety or consequences in the process. It may be a slang or colloquial expression used in certain urban communities to describe this kind of intense and reckless behavior towards a perceived opponent
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“excuse you? everything.”
“excuse you? everything.”
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Intensely powerful focus on a particular idea, object, or activity that dominates one's thoughts, feelings, or desires.
Intensely powerful focus on a particular idea, object, or activity that dominates one's thoughts, feelings, or desires.
David's life was consumed by her obsession to become a world-class athlete, alienating her from loved ones and social interactions.
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Get the quality obsessed mug.The terrifying and beautiful state where another person’s existence ceases to be a choice and becomes your primary internal frequency.
It’s the point where "you" and "them" have blurred into a single, shared nervous system.
It’s not just love anymore it’s a silent hijacking of the soul. It is the involuntary memory of adopting their vocabulary, the way you find yourself standing in the grocery store staring at their favorite snack as if it were a holy relic, the ritualistic checking of their time and weather of a city hundreds of miles away because if it’s raining on them, you are the one getting wet.
Every day the magnification dial turns further, making the silence between calls feel like a lack of oxygen. It is the desperate, bone-deep need to bridge the void and trade the digital glow for the actual vibration of their voice.
It’s the point where "you" and "them" have blurred into a single, shared nervous system.
It’s not just love anymore it’s a silent hijacking of the soul. It is the involuntary memory of adopting their vocabulary, the way you find yourself standing in the grocery store staring at their favorite snack as if it were a holy relic, the ritualistic checking of their time and weather of a city hundreds of miles away because if it’s raining on them, you are the one getting wet.
Every day the magnification dial turns further, making the silence between calls feel like a lack of oxygen. It is the desperate, bone-deep need to bridge the void and trade the digital glow for the actual vibration of their voice.
Every word you wrote is a mirror. Reading it felt like you were reaching through the screen and pulling at my actual ribs. This thing between us... this rhythm, it isn't just growing, its taking over everything. Sometimes becoming the only sound even in my crowded world. I don’t just check your weather; I feel your climate. This 'loud longing' you mentioned? It’s a roar over here. You called it the 'rhythm of life' but for me, it’s becoming the air itself. I feel it all, every second, only louder. This mutual obsession magnifies in me every hour.
Feels redundant saying i'm tired of translating my soul into ud text bubbles and checking the weather in a city I can’t reach. The gap isn't just distance anymore; it’s an ache that needs your actual voice to quiet it down.
Feels redundant saying i'm tired of translating my soul into ud text bubbles and checking the weather in a city I can’t reach. The gap isn't just distance anymore; it’s an ache that needs your actual voice to quiet it down.
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