shut up phoebe.

you caught me at an awful time, { see, I just lost my smile. }

[notspark]

[phoebexprice]

@phoebeprice: i like to get my hands dirty.

[warringxbeck-blog]

“Yes be proud of those, things,” He said carefully, eyeing her shoes as if it had come from the trash. Perhaps he was still a pretentious rich asshole but how could one not appreciate the better quality things in life. “There are things called department stores, you could try one of those,” And he sounded like an asshole. 

[phoebexprice]

And there it was, the constant reminder of why she preferred the comfort and safety of her four walls. Running into pretentious assholes were an everyday thing in New York, yet Phoebe would never get used to it. “Save your advice for someone who actually cares.” Phoebe shrugged, adjusting her purse over her shoulder. “Now if you excuse me, my shoes and I have places to go and people to see.” The latter was an absolute lie, but she blurted it out anyways.

[warringxbeck-blog]

“I’m just complaining, free speech,” he replied with his hands up as if he was about to get arrested. “This thing? Nah it couldn’t compare to those ketchup colored stilettos you’ve got on.” He replied in amusement. 

[phoebexprice]

Phoebe rolled her eyes slightly when she caught his hand gesture. She wasn’t used to hearing people complain about trivial things. Not when there were a thousand other things to worry about. “I’ve owned these bad boys since I was in high school,” She said, proudly taking a look at her $10.00 stilettos. “Gotta love thrift stores.”

[warringxbeck-blog]

“Have there always been so many fucking pigeons? They’re like a disgusting hybrids of mosquitoes and rats. Shit everywhere,” Warren muttered, making a face of disgust at the bird poop that had landed on the ground. 

[phoebexprice]

“It’s New York. There’s shit everywhere.” She stated as if it were an obvious fact. “At least it didn’t land on your hair. Or your jacket. Looks pretty expensive.”

[sereeen-o]