#ft. malacchi.

“so — what’s your tale of woe?”. he’s got it written all over his face, that he’s running from something, from someone. takes one to know one. perhaps it isn’t exactly her place to ask, but you know what? fuck it. she’s been through enough to have a goddamn right to be inappropriate, and it’s not like she cares that much, honestly - she just needs to talk. she can’t stand the quiet, these days.