Apr 27, 2018
NO FUCKS TO GIVE she was in a silk robe, all soft fabric and a bored look, she took naps in the back room of the shop every so often, stayed there occasionally when the idea of going back to her dump of an apartment was too saddening. her wine glass shone tellingly in the light, even if it never had wine in it. she loved the glasses, the feel of them, though she only drank hard liquor. a margarita complete with little umbrella rested in her grasp. a hop, and a skip and she was laid out on the couch, head tilted back, eyes shut. “girl, guess who has some fun news ? nothing lucrative but god is it a kick.”
@faetcd