#inflamcd

[text]: i’m bringing you a sweater when i see you next

“You know, there’s a pretty limited number of people who can actually use the I ascended to a higher plane of existence thing as an excuse.”

"Yes but the state of New York mandates that you do your homework. And if we stop assigning it they'll take away our funding." Rachel said as she stuck her chopsticks back into the noodles. "So you only have to suck it up for a few more years."

Rachel put down her pen. "You are free to say whatever you want." She said. "But if any of those words are fascist you have to give me a dollar." If he was gonna rant she was gonna try to make some money out of it.

   "you have got to be the most condescending person on this entire fucking planet. i thought i was bad.” he’s not angry so much as he’s impressed.

     space itself seems to tremble and shudder, bending around some immense mass buried within the being’s chest. a deep shudder, geometry and light bending, and then it resonates back to normalcy. yahoel breathes and exhales reality itself, without a care for the life systems it interrupts.       what could potentially be described as a head turns and shifts, yet seems to maintain the same profile, same shape. mangled wings flutter, betrayingly gentle and delicate as compared to the hulking figure.             «  ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴀᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ; ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ?  »

          “Isn’t your scrawny ass a little too young to be out this way?”