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.
“DEFINE ‘ ANYTHING. ’” shifting to settle, head tilts back to rest on the top of the chair, arms folded across his chest. it’s not the most comfortable position, but it allows for easy dialogue. “ uh —– my uncle mason’s back in town, you remember him? ”
❝ you mean your hot uncle mason ? how could i forget ? ❞ grin blossoms, entirely unashamed of the secret she’s about to divulge. ❝ me and about half of the girls at school have been crushing on him since, like, the seventh grade. ❞
