YESTERDAY, I ATE A POMEGRANATE WITH MY BARE HANDS. ONE OF THE SEEDS HAD A PERFECT PUNCTURE WOUND, SPITTING RED JUICE DOWN MY ARM. FOR A MOMENT, I COULD UNDERSTAND THE GRACE IN MONSTERS. #ETERNELE. BY BRI.
“YOU DO?” brows pull together in confusion. she doesn’t immediately deny the blame, and for once, he’s grateful. maybe there’s a part of him that needed that more than he likes to think. it’s what comes next that prompts surprise. “how? ”
❝ YOU CAN START BY ordering us a pizza. my carb craving is through the roof. i mean, they’re bound to deliver to hospitals, right ? ❞