alister c

“You’re seriously still going out with that walking can of Axe? Like he just exudes the purest form of douche I think I’ve ever seen. You can do so much better than the seedy little bar he thinks he can take you to and get away with.” Brown hues never left the phone she was toying around on but her tone said it all without adding her knowing looks. Alister was the only real female friend she had and she felt the need to let her know when she was making a mistake whether it came out nice or not.

—- @etherealxdisposition

John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing’ by C. Alister Lockhart