Aug 8, 2014
In the metro.
In the metro. Everyone stares. Comments. Whispers. The looks on their faces when she walks in. The silence. A drunken lady, covered bottle in hand, conscious enough -apparently- to partake in the staring contest. Everyone still looking. It’s awkward. 200 kg of curves, pinky cheeks, rounded face, smiley lips, not caring at what the world thinks. It’s awkward - 200 kg of happiness telling you to fuck off with a smile. It’s awkward, yet divine !