HOW BRUTAL IS SOBRIETY? to be so present in the moment, is it not a punishment? their voices grate like sandpaper against her nerves, 𝙴𝙶𝙾𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 like wine, their cups always overfilled. brats who've never felt the bruise of a fist — or complete & total rejection by their blood. MONEY OR POWERS : they all believe they were chosen by god. something innate that sets them apart, ( i'm beginning to think it's the void ). those bottomless depths that refuse to be filled, she can feel the emptiness in all of them. the way their guts hollow out. ░ @UPTOWNE.
surely she's no different. ❝ so do you want a shot or are you as stuck up as your friend over there? ❞ her blue, blood - shot gaze shifting toward the girl who'd already dismissed her offer. LIKE SHE WAS CONTAGIOUS. it wasn't unfamiliar for cate to suddenly feel so alien. but that didn't make it any easier, or less embarrassing. her otherness. - ♡















