#god damn look at that bae.#thats mine. alllllll mine.#(and. yknowv. his other quads. but mostly mine.)

The thing about horoscopes, baby B, is that they're undeniably vague. They're phrased in a way that anyone can take any line and gear it towards themselves, 'cause that's the goal — their predictability is based on how much we want to see well, whatever it is we want to see. So when I tore this, [Stella hands the letter she'd been folding and unfolding over to the redhead.] off my wall and took that middle bit as some, celestial sign I had to meet with my dad, I didn't think twice. But Mia didn't know about my dad; hell, I didn't even know about my dad and where'd he'd disappeared off to back then either. I've trying to figure out since then to what - to whom she'd geared this to and I, I think I know. I know now.