they’re maggots. we like something, they mock and ridicule it, we still like it, they suddenly decide it’s not stupid, bring their rancid vibes, women choose to leave, then they leave because there’s no women to harass, then whatever it is dies because now there’s no audience
He told her it was important to him. He said it tied him to his culture. And then he put it on her wrist. And said it looked great on her. Then she wore it to sleep.