♡

want cuddles with my favorite person. 

Indeed. We are.

writing a book, now.. i didn’t do any of the extra-ness? i literally just dove into writing it. pch, hope ya’ll will like it. 

i’on want no get back, 
          i just want my love reciprocated.
          seek me out during yo' late nights, 
          around nine, driving through pimpin'.. 
          one bling, my line ring, and i’m simpin'..
          answerin' with the quickness. 
          i’ma teach you how to eat it, don’t be tempting. 
          i’ma suck you good, can’t even stunt,
          this dome yo' religion. (ayyyeee!)
          windows tinted, seats back, 
          i’m riding that dick goin' crazy. 
          in public, too innocent, too pretty, 
          got them niggas double checking 
          and watchin'.. ain’t it for you, lil daddy? 
          the type to dub a nigga if he wylin', 
          fall in line, you ain’t bigger than my program. 
          no coerce shit, i’ma fuck you to yo' homeboy music. 
          oh, you big steppa? man, bitch, i doubt it. 
          simply talkin’ my shit, you know how i be when 
          it’s’ just you and me. 
          you handle it, deep stroking it, 
          cross faded and my mind fucked up. 
          you got me all shook up; i’m floating. 
          
          [ wrote this for fun.. ] 

do you know how it feels to be unsure of yourself? 
          you’d die to be someone else, feelin’ lost from self. 
          knowing who you are, deeply, but cannot obtain the image. 
          feelings of romancing remain difficult, 
          unexplored territory when you feel disconnected 
          from who you truly are. shamefully, so. 
          hoarding the guilt, oh, i can’t even face the mirror. 
          looking into my own eyes with uncertainty, 
          the reflection is someone; can’t be me. 
          always felt this way, two different versions of myself.
          entirely too lost, self expression is jaded. 
          maybe. if i don’t care about others opinions.
          maybe: if i truly reached the brink of becoming. 
          maybe: if i stoped neglecting myself emotionally? 
          i’ll be able to be. 
          in a sense of fullness. 
          live out my truth, 
          become timeless in my own right. 
          being someone else mentally, 
          while looking a certain way physically. 
          is torture. 
          losing a war with myself, 
          hoping no one notices. 
          that portion will always be apart of me, 
          a part of me, i am scared of, emotionally.
          but he’s apart of me, so, i stay. 
          
          a little sumn, 
          hope ya’ll like it. 

me ignoring everyone because my bank account isn’t as full as i want it to be. 

this account is basically my twitter. 

discord is lttlfae. 

✶  coffee, miguel

✶  love of my life, angel of light; I hope you know how much I adore you