#sintelitos

IT IS NOW.

      “ not bein’ SHOT shouldn’t hurt my street cred. takin’ a bullet does not a bonafide badass make-- contrarily, i move that it makes me fuckin’ SMART . . . & like a semi fast runner maybe. “ ( @sintelitos || starter call. )

       [a soft sound leaves her throat, a timid combination of a small whimper and the clearing of her throat. she feels awkward and clumsy, and the fact that she feels such a way around roman tugs upon her heart strings. bitten lips part once, then twice, without uttering a word, and she sheepishly places her fingers between them, nibbling on already chewed nails. for some reason, it becomes easier to mumble round her dainty fingers.] “um. y’know th-that....-- if you d-don’t want to be my f-friend, s’okay.” [ a small shrug of her shoulders, a forced nuance that isn’t really fooling any body.] “i know i d-don’t get a lot of the stuff th-that you do. ‘n sometimes i g-get in the way of it, so..-- it’s okay.”

          To say that he had blown a disproportionately large hole in her being and her life would have been an understatement, but what was there to saying? Absolutely nothing.

          “Oh-- It’s you, then? Wasn’t expecting to see you again, after what happened last night. Not exactly the sort of traumatic event one wants to bond with a stranger over... How’s the arm?”

why does social anxiety exist even on the internet smh

"The BITCH howlin' at you again, bro?"