gia (1998) sentence starters. || for: @avemort || status: always accepting
‘The great thing about the afterlife is nobody really cares how you look.’
‘Brows lift for a mere second at how... sad that sounded. He only sees him every couple months or so, standard with the medications he’s taking. Dr. Bang always listens though, he’s not a psychologist but he still has ears, he still has to take note but he’s also not going to make Frank feel weird got having the feelings he has. “It’s just clothes,” he hums reading the results from the bloodwork from months propr, clicking his pen. “Frank,” he finally looks up the boy, “have you been eating your Cheerios? Because your cholesterol says otherwise.” He clears his throat, “ but uh, high school sucks.” To be so young and have to take such intense medication. Dr. Bang maintains a professional level of empathy but damn, Franks’s story makes him feel for the kid. “And all those kids who fuss about their clothes - or fuss about other kid’s clothes will grow up and clothes will be the last thing on their mind when they’re neck-deep in debt living in their parents’ basement, working a job they hate because it gives them health insurance.” Brutal honesty is the best way to get through to a teenager, Dr. Bang thinks. “But yeah, lay off the twinkies, your blood sugar is doing a dangerous dance, the last thing you need is yet another pill to take, yeah?
