how could we ever argue? ( * 😌 ) you did!? no way … i bet they wanted to throw up. * 𝗱𝗶𝗱 they throw up?

ㅤ ; ❀ ᭡

her eyes follow, a brow arching. she harboured no ill intent, just a terrible sense of curiosity that leaves no room for a pause to rethink her approach. 〝 i don’t. isn’t that your whole thing, though? magnetism? 〞

you are naught more than a girl that has known tragedy and mistreatment, forced to live with a rage too big to fit in your chest.

compatible indeed. ( * 🙂‍↕️ ) and very gross. can’t imagine the smell of that mixed with whatever you were having them dissect. * 𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸. so, what’d you win?

brows raise, startled for but a fleeting second. palms rise to cradle her face, thumbs smoothing over cheekbones. 〝 we do, 〞 a mild hum, the corners of her mouth quirking. 〝 starting now? 〞

╱ SKIMMONS STOCKS ARE SO UP

/ spreading the skimmons gospel

lashes flutter, half - lidded gaze terribly soft. she reels in closer, fingertips dive into hair and delicately tuck the strands behind jemma’s ears. 〝 all you need to say is where, 〞 lips pressing to her forehead, like a promise.

/ the urge to redo my layout but if the filter doesn’t match at least semi close to my pinned i will combust

/ idk if i like this icon here but she’s holding daisies bro she’s so cutie to me