apparently i’m still alive

PLEASE, someone i beg of you, send me the account of the admin of this channel. her name was dandelion in the past, but she has since deleted her accounts on multiple occasions. please, anyone send me her username or any of her friends’. @just_for_once

https://t.me/fadingsouls if anyone knows the admin of this channel, I BEG OF YOU, please fucking tell me.

remember

text me cause like yes

ily

THIS IS OF EXTREME IMPORTANCE. i await

ima be a wingman, ladies @tori292 he chill ngl. i mean i have a bigger camels toe if ykwim. but, he not bad too. actually my mom said he’s sexy.

THE MEN, i do not want you. soooo @nogoaway is a woman with open arms. i wanna make a joke but ima not. TEXT US. i’m hyper, so i’ll talk. DO IT

fr tho, win and you shall be blessed.

y’all got competition

@for_once_ig send your CV’s

LIKE HONESTLY, ladies, i will write for you and cook everyday or whatever, i am sweet, just fucking marry me, any woman, someone. (not anyone obviously, i will hold a competition.) but fr text me.

i just want a fucking chance to show you i’ve changed. not with slow and short replies; i want you to call me like you used to and genuinely fucking talk to me.

drag, inhale, exhale the excess. that’s usually how it goes when smoking; at least the minimalistic version of what some consider a lifestyle. explaining such art in simple terms can be took as a sin. i’ve seen the elegance of cigarettes in between your fingers, the way you hand slopes after you’ve taken a drag, observed the smoothness of your face when the buzz invades, your pouty lips when you let go. it came naturally to you; my lips would shake for the first few times, be it from anxiety or inexperience is covered in ambiguity. you used to light my cigs with yours, often making me wonder who had smoked longer. a dozen times we smoked in half a day, finishing what we lit and craving a burning throat again. an inability to stand straight became religious, having to lean on a tree to keep ourselves from falling. you looked at your winston with eyes choked with love and relief, making me realize you never stared at me like that. if a simple cigarette was something you enjoyed more than my kisses, it was futile what we had and sooner rather than later, you’d choose a backwood over me.