specifically, the mbta. it sucks. it's slow. it's out of service legitimately 30% of the time. and maybe this is the southern belle in me speaking, but I do romanticize time to myself on the train. it's so easy to sink into the anonymity of public transit and simply exist as the trees and roads fly by
she wants to hang out with you so badly. her love for you is pure and unconditional and each scratch and meow is her screaming how much you mean to her
