"If someone ever tells you that they love you don't believe them. They'll probably leave you high and dry later on and then you're fucked and sad and lonely. People will tell you there's better fish in the sea and in your head you'll be screaming but I want that fish and they’re not yours to have anymore.”
Whilst in Sydney in 1994, a man apparently tries to assassinate Prince Charles. And not a single fuck was given by His Royal Highness.
THEY’RE ALL JUST STARING AND JUDGING
"How rude…this bodyguard just shoved me!"
I want to be this rich and indifferent one day
IM GETTING A CAR.
Life out in this neck of the woods couldn’t get any better. More specifically speaking, his life that was. He felt accomplished at
this time in his life and it was due to many little successes.
Walking into the semi busy coffee shop, something out
the corner of his eye spooked him. A familiar face from
some time ago. The idea was crazy so as he did, he
ignored it, only for his thoughts to wonder back
upon it again. Scratching his chin, he
approached the woman sitting in the
far back of the coffee shop.
"Well you’re a sight for sore eyes."
Angelica tucked some of her hair back behind her ear, grabbing her coffee cup and turned the next page of her book. This was her alone time, the time where she could just disappear into her own little world and escape everything else. But it was as she heard an ever so familiar voice she looked up.
”.. Good to see you too..”