that’s sadALWAYS how I feel, everywhere i go
This picture says more than words ever will.
how i feel around my friends.
Oh wow. Is that me in the picture cause it sure fucking feels like it
reblogging this because I can relate so much. I’ve felt these thoughts before and it’s the shittiest feeling in the world.
fuck this shit..Being alone is the worst feeling in the world..I would be that person to sit next to her and start a conversation
Such a powerful picture. People need to see this and realize what the world has fucking come to. I’m going to reblog this a billion times in the future, I just know it.
favorite picture on tumblr.
MY FRIENDS AND ME
Or you don’t get your wallet back. -holds it between fingers-
Oh, you think you’re clever, don’t you? I’m friends with criminals, buddy. I never keep my actual wallet on me. That’s completely empty.
What a coincidence; so am I.
Clever move. I’m impressed. Though I assume you’d like this back? -dangles watch-
Piss off, will you? Just give me my shit back and leave me alone.
Ouch, someone’s in a bad mood. -tosses watch back-
-grabs it, putting it in his pocket- Good deduction.
Somehow I get the feeling that you don’t like me.
Hello there, handsome. I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Selina.
My, if it isn’t the infamous Selina Kyle.
From one thief to another, I must say; your reputation precedes you.
Oh careful now, you’ll make me blush. And you’re a thief too? How fascinating it’s always nice to meet someone else in the business. You have a name to go with that pretty face of yours?
Yes ma’am. Neal Caffrey. International art thief.
Well… Formally. Criminal Consultant for the FBI doesn’t turn nearly as many heads.
Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Caffrey. I’ve always been fascinated by art thievery. Never did much of it myself, though. But I still find it interesting. And I always believe if you aren’t turning heads you aren’t doing your job properly.
Well, Ms. Kyle, that is only one thing on my list of specialties.
I assume you want this back? -holds up her necklace with a smirk-
Oh, very impressive, Mr. Caffrey. I’ll tell ya what. We can make an exchange. -pulls his watch out of her handbag-
I can’t help but wonder, though, what you could possibly want from me. People don’t just randomly find me for no reason.
-glances from his wrist back to her- Smooth.
Well, like I said before, you have an impressive string of instances tailing you. It’s hard not to be facinated.
Neal Caffrey, sir. Criminal Consultant, at your service.
Mr. Caffrey, then. Was there something in particular you wanted? Or perhaps you’ve come to cure my boredom with some form of a case?
A case? Like a police case?
Looks like we run with the same crowd, then. Though you don’t look like much of an officer, much less what I do…
I would certainly hope not. -grins- And yep. Got in a bit of trouble a while back, and he’s my safety net.
Though it doesn’t come without a leash.
Well that doesn’t look comfortable at all. Doesn’t it ever get annoying? Not only physically, but the fact that you only have so much freedom? What did you do, if you don’t mind my asking?
Believe me, miss; it isn’t my first choice. But it’s better than spending my sentence in a barred roomed in a nasty orange jumpsuit. Though two miles is actually quite generous, at least by New York’s standards.
Well, I was convicted for bond forgery. But if you want a list of everything else I’ve done that helped keep me in the slammer, that would take a lot longer.
By the way, I don’t think I caught your name.
Missing? Michael? No. He’s perfectly fine.
Just thought for a fleeting moment you could be his brother.
Oh, well I’m sorry I couldn’t be of help, Ms…
Evans, but you may call me Riley.
Nice to meet you, Riley.
Name’s Neal Caffrey. Just Neal is fine.
Whoops. You caught me.
And do we? How would you know? -grins-
Part of my profession, and I’m assuming, your’s. It’s easy to read someone’s profession from them, once you’ve seen enough. I’m assuming you’re a con man, or something of the like?
Impressive. I hope it’s not too obvious though, that wouldn’t be too great for me.
No, I’m just observant. It comes with being an informant. Most of what I learn comes from observation, not voice or words. It’s a learned skill.
Ah, impressive. I’m a bit skilled in that area myself. However…
I think our types of observation are a tiny bit different. -dangles her bracelet between them-