@badrituals
Scraped knees and blurred vision; no one ever sees this side of the party girl - the one that trips and falls on her way back to her dorm, the one that cries because there’s more graffiti about her scrawled along the walls and it’s too late to bother Frank. Well. Not too late, but nobody can see her like this. Stumble in the dark, gentle sniffs - paranoia. She looks behind her into the dark street. “Is somebody there?” Like they’d tell you, Rach,















