i didn’t ask to be born

i don’t think i’ll ask to die

i was on the train today, i could feel the sweat beads caressing the side of my face as the heat penetrated through my clothes. the man standing next to me was talking on the phone. he had a seiko watch on. small hands. little bit of facial hair. big eyes. blue, but would be blue-er if he was wearing the right clothing. gel in his hair. blackberry bold. backpack on the floor. i looked at him, he looked at me- he was the first to look away. we arrived at claygate. a lot of people got off. seats opened up, and he proceeded to sit down. as did i. i watched him talk on the phone, making gestures with his hands though the person could not see. i do the same thing. i had never seen someone do this before. i found a train ticket on the floor. i pulled out my black eyeliner and wrote him a note, telling him that i did the same thing. i passed him the note; and got off the train. 

someone should walk behind scott disick and just play high school musical ‘fabulous’ constantly on loop.

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