a crescent tinted in scarlet, rests delicately upon her features. irises flickered in the light, her curiosity peaked. what was he doing now? she speaks in mirth, as her sun kissed fingers delicately grazed his rosie cheek. ❛ you’re such a fucking idiot peter ❜
❝ call me a loser all you want, kimmy, but sticks and stones may break my bones, words will never hurt me. you’re just saying the plain - old truth. i KNOW i’m a loser. ❞ / @fireharts.
❛ i can always change it and break your nose instead. ❜