♱

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. ):

merry christmas, handsome <3 

this app became less
          important when rp became
          less of a thing.
          you couldn’t get me off of this
          fucking app 4 years ago.
          now as time goes on, i make an
          appearance like…once a month.

on me, i get nervous
          texting mfs on here…

my body rests upon the soft oasis
          of sheets as your lips kiss upon my 
          lascaux. 
          the pressure was pleasurable, like a
          black hole engulfing any trace of 
          light and matter in it’s path.
          while you suck on my unmentionables
          with intensity, it’s a breathtaking experience for me.
          you snatched my soul along with my seed.
          your lips form into a smile as curvy as the earth.