well, i fucking shouldn't be, she thinks —— not because she's all woe-is-me about the unfairness of the world they live in or some bullshit like that. crying and whining about the things you can't change is a rookie move. tess has done her crying. does her crying. prefers it over the taste of something she pretends is just an aged whisky when the only one around to hear is the moon. she shouldn't be entitled to her anger for a reason far bigger than a few tears. it gets her in trouble, real trouble. crimson stained fists and the echo of a gun. do you think people care if she's entitled to feel it when they're on the other end of that?
❝ that what your books say? ❞ tess poses with an air of nonchalance that sounds far too casual for the memories she has when feeling that stupid little four letter word. she would rather lock it up tight, keep it for when she really needs it. being on the razor edge of death about ninety nine percent of the time will do that to a person. her teeth don't chatter anymore. hell, she barely blinks; just lets the crux of her core turn in and over upon itself until she can't feel a thing. except she never quite gets there. she always fucking feels something. maybe that's her karma. ❝ am i entitled to eighty grand or a jet to a private island too? i know a place or two to get some gas. ❞
¹ @cursedher / ² the haunting of hill house. ... you're entitled to your anger.