❛ ‘m sorry, JESUS’ not here at the moment, might i take a message ?
green eyes glitter with mirth as she watch the other.
one hand shoved into the pocket of her hoodie,
while the other twirls an unlit cigarette between slender fingers.
disbelief leaves her stunned in silence. words try to form upon her lips,
but ultimately dissolve within her contempt. witnessing other people’s
bliss practically gives jess cancer, & it’s even worse when that joy is
extracted at her own expense. “ it seems to me like you’re really into
the idea of pissing me off. it doesn’t come at high recommendation. “