(Source: maniahollow)
She had to face the facts; the tattered denim skirt Claire had plucked with care from her closet that morning was simply much too short to save her from the ripping feeling one experiences when forced into a room overflowing with people and chairs covered in cheap, sticky materials. The back of her thighs had begun to sweat again. No matter how hard she tried to protect her vulnerable skin from the warm and greedy pleather, it felt as though her legs were emitting drops of super glue, slowly but surely entrapping her to the seat.