06-03-2019, 02:12 AM
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frankie wouldn't mind the idea of dying over, what she thought to be, a relaxing habit. shit, if you asked her she'd say she was "trying to hurry this shit up." she wasn't the most optimistic about life, and simply looked at it as painfully boring. you just grew old and you died. sometimes you did some shit in between, but for the most part that was basically it. she never saw herself getting anywhere, either. she was just going to stay at the bottom of the chain her whole life, alone, with no real intention of having a family of her own. why bother bringing someone into this world just to suffer through it the way you have? that's how she saw it.
cigarettes and alcohol was what was going to "spice up" her time here on this giant piece of rock that mindlessly floated around in space. she was only one person and she was never going to make an impact on the world. at least she was honest with herself. who could love this? she could barely love herself, but she never passed up an opportunity to act like she felt superior to others. it's what gave her, her energy if you will.
when addy appears next offering her cigarettes, she can't help the gasp that escapes her. ❝ holy shit, dude! thanks! ❞ she takes the box so she can properly grab a cigarette from it then hands it to him. ❝ do you got a way to light it on you? ❞ frankie asked with a little tilt of her head, almost similar to the way her confused canine companion's head was while looking between cat and addy.
frankie wouldn't mind the idea of dying over, what she thought to be, a relaxing habit. shit, if you asked her she'd say she was "trying to hurry this shit up." she wasn't the most optimistic about life, and simply looked at it as painfully boring. you just grew old and you died. sometimes you did some shit in between, but for the most part that was basically it. she never saw herself getting anywhere, either. she was just going to stay at the bottom of the chain her whole life, alone, with no real intention of having a family of her own. why bother bringing someone into this world just to suffer through it the way you have? that's how she saw it.
cigarettes and alcohol was what was going to "spice up" her time here on this giant piece of rock that mindlessly floated around in space. she was only one person and she was never going to make an impact on the world. at least she was honest with herself. who could love this? she could barely love herself, but she never passed up an opportunity to act like she felt superior to others. it's what gave her, her energy if you will.
when addy appears next offering her cigarettes, she can't help the gasp that escapes her. ❝ holy shit, dude! thanks! ❞ she takes the box so she can properly grab a cigarette from it then hands it to him. ❝ do you got a way to light it on you? ❞ frankie asked with a little tilt of her head, almost similar to the way her confused canine companion's head was while looking between cat and addy.
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❝ i wanna stay inside all day .❞
I WANT THE WORLD TO GO AWAY. ⟶ STORAGE.