loose fitting but not baggy jeans, brown and yellow patterned socks covered by black converse surrounded with white soles.
a slightly oversized, thin t-shirt hangs from her body, and she's never felt more comfortable.
her wrists are adorned with fresh cuts from the previous night and her lips stained with the saddest of smiles and crimson lipstick that suits her better than any shade.
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poesíai like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii
