Aug 6, 2016
ft. @seafarcr
“The first time I kissed a boy I spent an hour in the shower thinking about it afterwards, but now I don’t even remember their name. Isn’t that weird?” she questions out between bites of pie. It was late and most of the agents were either asleep or enjoying the few breaths of privacy that any of them could salvage in such a confined space. The mixture of tart fruit and maybe running on only four hours of sleep across the passed four days weren’t doing well for her - making her unnecessarily bold. “How come people don’t talk about the weird expectations of intimacy when we’re supposed to think about it as a viable option to procreate? Seems like a pyramid scheme gone wrong if you really think about.”