grab aย ย โย ย with miss p.ย //ย acc.
@prfumeโ - astrid
โ SO - โย ย lips purse, blow softly on the small opening of the lid. itโll practically do nothing to cool the beverage down, but sheโs got a knack for trying thingsย she already knows are hopeless.ย ย โ ย - on a long long list of really shitty dates, this one took the cake. โย ย ย not that she cares, not that it matters - she could barely muster the energy to go to begin with and it isnโt like she was expecting anything of itย ( knack for trying hopeless things - really seems to be a goddamn pattern ! )ย but thereโs comfort inย thisย in particular.ย just sitting with a friend, venting, even if itโs about trivial things like her friday evening adventures โฆย or in this particular case, failures.ย ย she glances over at astrid, offers a smirk that can be understood as a silentย ย men, am i right ?ย ย
ย โย astrid he took me to KFC andย while orderingย asked me if iโd go home with him.ย i almost became a true crime case, iโm sure of it !ย ย โ ย
ah yes, shitty dates.ย ย astrid squinted above her green tea at the clouds. they were startlingly white, enough to make her eyes ache and deter them back to the ground. she was smiling amusedly however, at the other womanโs babbling, grateful if anything for these, albeit brief, breaks from her her own mental dealings and personal - and frankly boring - daily drudges. happily,ย willingly,ย would astrid direct her attention towards the subject of paigeโs endearing tales of her love life.ย at the otherโs exasperated glance, astrid merely lifted her brows in solidarity.ย in reality it would be so easy to sweep her own love life with the same broom, blame its unsuccessfulness on a collective male incompetence. it was simpler to do that, simpler and...less painful, because the only other explanation would be that it was her fault or, even worse, nobodyโs fault. nobody to blame just,ย life.ย life with its stupid rules and unpredictable patterns. you canโt control that, and its not like you get a reaction out of the universe either, no matter how many times you shake your fist at the sky or beat the shit out of your pillow at night. you punch the questionย โwhy?!โ into it over and over and over again as if for some miracle the universe would be sympathetic and provide clarity. unfortunately, even if it were the universe to blame, it isnโt human (or a pillow, for that matter), and therefore would never respond in a way our human brains will ever recognise (and thatโs assuming the universe were to respond at all).ย
โdid you at least get a bargain bucket?โ astrid responded lightly, concluding her snarky comment with a nonchalant sip of her drink.ย wow. iโm...kind of funny,ย astrid thought to herself. the sudden personal conclusion trickled its way into a pursed smile, which she attempted to mask with another go at her tea.ย โi would have chosen a bargain bucket,โ she confirmed. by now she was unable, and unwilling, to contain a small grin.
