♱

time to get outta lala land.
          leaving this acc.

just give me a lil cat
          named pickles, and i’m
          good.

and here i was waiting for you, e. 

hey pook!

once i find a fc, i’ll make a book & whatnot.

please someone tell me they remember this shit:
          
          when mfs would hack each others accounts and make “hacked” books? or those “title”  books and the “party” books as well? I even remember the shaderoom books and those random award books, to folks who had a lot of followers or who were the best “anon” account.
          
          wp rp was bumpin’ back then. i miss it so much.
          so cringe, so drama filled. so many friends. seemed as if my messages were never ending. 
          
          i really want to bring those vibes back, but i feel like people aren’t active on here enough to even do all of that. 
          
          wishful thinking. 

i often wondered what i would say if i saw you again.
          
          maybe i should keep that a distant thought. 
          you’re the pure angel dust that keeps me yearning for more.
          after that first hit, i was a goner.
          i was lost in your head, you were the only thing
          that mattered to me.
          
          it became overwhelming, and i tried to quit.
          you’d come to me, and i’d relapse at times.
          i knew that you were bad, but the feeling
          you gave me was like nirvana.
          
          once i snapped back into reality and got
          rid of you for good, i was better.
          at least, that’s what i was telling myself.
          eventually, you faded from my mind.
          the cravings finally ended—
          
          and now i’m my own fix.
          

i want to rp again, but no
          one is on here. damn.

i miss being with you,
          but i could never be with you again.

where did you go? i miss you ezzy. ):