I got hacked on Saturday. The ASSHOLE who did this to me deleted all of my posts and considering tumblr can’t even retrieve my posts, I am not motivated to post anything to tumblr anymore. I will purely use this blog now to maybe post a few things that I will also post on my INSTAGRAM. Right now if my work gets stolen, I won’t have any proof anymore that I was the one who posted it first. This scares me. I’m very upset about all of this, almost 9 years of archiving and community building gone. I just don’t get why tumblr doesn’t have a back up of people’s posts @staff ????
Anyway, if we were mutuals, please reply because they also unfollowed everyone I was following.
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All of my handheld consoles are stolen or broken (likely beyond repair). 3DS...my very first handheld console the GBA SP......my DS Lite, now broken likely beyond repair...my PSP I had just three days ago taken out of storage to charge up and play Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep...gone.
All of my handheld games are gone...aside from about 8 DS Pokémon games I had hidden from the rest and 4 GBA Pokémon games Idk why weren't taken. I did lose my Emerald Pokémon game, the one I had the most emotional and physical important connection to.
Lost a really nice iPod speaker I just received last year as a gift. Charger too, all the chargers. iPhone...the speaker, and my two DS chargers.
I possibly lost more things from my bedroom, but they were in a box I hadn't looked into in years, some of my grandparents jewelry and things.
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A waterfall of hair spilled down her small frame. Her shoulders blanketed by the soft veil of her virginity. Her eyes, bright as the sky, gazed up at me. And I could feel myself breathing. An ache deep in my chest boiled up as she pierced through the windows to my soul. But it wasn’t so familiar. It wasn’t the gentle beat, beat, beat, that I had grown used to. These weren’t the same sharp eyes, the same delicate skin. The river that rolled down in streams from her crown to the carpet was no longer made of pure, beautiful snow.
It was red.
“Rashaad.”
I heard her meager voice ring out to me. Her touch, lukewarm, reached out to my right arm.
My insides squirmed as my hands impulsively grabbed for her slim waist. It wasn’t small enough.
“It’s alright.” Her voice, calm and thick, as she leaned forward to kiss my ear.
I touched her hair. She touched my neck. My hands soon found themselves gliding up her curves, tugging up her gown as she silently allowed my graze.
I was trying to forget. It wasn’t the same. Her thighs were just a fraction too full, her hips just a little too large. Her eyes were green. Just green. But why did they matter? Her skirt was too heavy. Her skin was too taught. It was wrong. She was all wrong. It hurt. Because my hands could still remember. Why? Why couldn’t this be alright? Why couldn’t they let go?
I gripped up her ribs. To feel their structure. Only to be met with soft plush body.
A body. A whimper, and a thud. I reach deeper. To touch her tongue. A tongue I so desperately need. But it’s missing. It’s dry. It’s too weak. It’s breathing too hard. I shove. As it finds itself parried with the floor.
My muscles ache. My body, aches. My loins burns hotter than the sun, yearning for the sweet taste of cool dusk which it may never know again.
But this is all I have.
It lies there, still, waiting to provide my comfort. I can hear it. Come. This is all you want. This is all you need. And I can feel the rigor mortis setting in.
Shh. Hush now. Settle. This is who you are. This is all you need. She’s gone now. She’s gone.
As the thudding gets louder. As my fists meet the only bones I have left to break.
