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.
❛ uhu . . . ❜ flicking another one of the ruined pink paper away : she pass the glue gun to the blonde , a heavy sigh escape as she leans back in the chair . ❛ i didn’t even sign up to do this , so why do you even want me here . i have actual important things to do , you know . ❜
❝ oh yeah ?like what. ❞ brows pitched along her forehead, she looks to cora in a way that says you’re a liar.
❛ i mean : i’m gonna figure out what’s going on and not stay here twiddling thumbs . ❜
❝ maybe meddling isn’tsuch a good idea, hayley. ❞ says the girl with the habit of sticking her nose in places it doesn’t belong. ❝ you might find out something you don’t wanna know. ❞
❛ don’t push it , care . you’re not that much of a delight to hang out with . ❜
❝ considering that’s probablythe closest i’ll ever get to a compliment from you, i’ll take it. now pass me the glue gun. these posters aren’t gonna finish themselves. and while you’re at it, quit vandalizing our supplies. ❞