Whyamitaggingthis قصص

❝ do you believe in magic? ❞ ❝ why, i do. ❞ ❝ then this should be nothing to you. ❞ -------- THE BOBA STORE. by cosmicsarcasm. started 25 march 2020. ended -

Poems featuring my love life and maybe some short stories mixed in you'll never know I feel like I should add a Trigger Warning? Because you know me, full of sunshine and rainbows. I'll probably write about depression somewhere. So, just warning you, don't read if it makes you uncomfortable

basically notes and ideas 4 my later stories lmao (idek if ill publish this but if I do that would b pretty rad)

' slap me pull my hair touch me ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ and ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ and ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ '

"Nice work Fitzgerald,annoying the board like that." Charles Powel observed. "Good thing we were there to clean up after you or the whole plan would have gone down along with shreds of your reputation." "Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" I demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I've been doing something wrong. Or not doing something wrong as case may be." I banged on the door of my Rolls-Royce and yelled to my driver and childhood friend "James! We must away to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal,intoxication and low companionship!" "Is there anything that isn't a joke to you?" "Not where you're concerned." "I just wondered," Charles said in a much subdued tone. "If perhaps you ever had enough." "Enough of what?" "Behaving as you do." I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked. I was so going to have fun with that line. "Oh I can never get enough," I said "which incidentally is what your sister said to me when..." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ To everyone Ashe Fitzgerald is a no good,man whoring,rich son of a gun beyond saving. So what's the use in proving them wrong?

Random poems that either represent me or i created! **THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE AN ACTUAL BOOK, JUST A PLACE TO STORE MY THOUGHTS**