i'm not supposed to be talking like this. marisol rose
@vitalphenomena
she smiles, a patient little thing, hands clasped around a warm cup of herbal tea. served warm, of course, despite the blistering heat. they're tucked away from the sun, though; stealing a pocket of shade underneath the tall, thin trees.
a quiet busyness surrounds them. a few people steal glances in their direction, but never linger. marisol pays them no mind.
"nobody is listening. you can speak your mind freely with me."














