b
boy is you stupid?
did you not just-
DID YOU NOT JUST READ THE POST WHERE I SAID HE WAS MY MATESPRIT –AND– MY MOIRAIL? did i even give a hint of him being my kismesis? no?

then he ain’t that.
i ain’t got one. 
i ain’t gonna have one.
motherfuckers these days don’t know how to goddamn read for shit sometimes.

don’t ask me favorites.
BUT YOU DO.
don’t ask me about my past quads.
BUT YOU DO.

granted i did get on to telling you to ask whatever you got wanting but c’mon. the favorite questions gotta stop.

damn…

HAHAHAHAHA!!!

damn bitch. you trying to play in this shit, ain’t you.
nah.
my time with my first is gone.
he’s dead and it’s my fault (technically)
i don’t regret my time with the motherfucker at all.
loved him.

but my heart is with étoile.
my heart and my diamond.
wouldn’t trade nothin in the world for what i got now.

even if my ex were to show up at my doorstep.
all i could get offering is friendship, man.
and i don’t even think i deserve that from him

i fucked up.
and i just have to move on.

thanks for playing devil’s advocate motherfucker.
really getting the ball rolling

i choose étoile.
now and forever.

we all know who
dean winchester-

well
or deadpool
he’s kickass and snarky

my first ex.
feel like he deserved more than what he got.
feel like i wanna apologize for so much.
and raise my own points
wanna see him again, be happy he’s still alive– but
that’s just a motherfuckin dream y’know?

both. i know both so why not .o}
shit yeah. like. glass is sharp and embeds itself into ya,
but hot coals can burn flesh.
eh

ng.
ya welcome

shit’s vague. but unfortunately not vague enough.
leave me alone

excuse me
i think you should fuckin stop talking at me now.