a mustard brown a line skirt sits three inches above her knee, paired with fence net tights and those same slightly worn black converse on her feet.
her upper body is covered with a black longsleeve polo shirt and hanging from her neck is a small pearl choker that makes her look just the right amount of pure and destructive.
her eyeliner seems to give a lot of concern, because not only is it the only makeup she has on, but it's wing is so sharp and so long you'd think she wants to start a ninja war.
but she'd never felt prettier in all the years.
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poesíai like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii
