|Belgium:||*shoots 95838312 times*|
|Howard:||I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now|
Sometimes when people call her name Moira doesn’t answer. Their words are clear and strong, sometimes close, but her eyes don’t flicker, her frame doesn’t budge. Does she hear us, they wonder. Yes, she does.
But she has trained herself to press on past, when the men on the avenue press up off of bus stop benches, gazes on her face as felt as breath on her neck — she imagines their calls as threads of yarn that whip and catch inside the window of her car, fraying and falling away.
talk to me or i’m going to fall asleep early
it’s 10:34 pm and my friend matt wants all of my followers to know he says sup