ѕтefαи ѕαlvαтоre ❝ her gaze jerked up, off her own feet, to take in fashionably ratty ๔єςк shoes, some fоѓэіБи kind. above that were јэаиѕ, body hugging, old enough to look soft over ʜᴀʀᴅ мυѕ¢ℓєѕ. ʍoɹɹɐu hips. nice chest.face to drive a ѕ¢υℓρтσя crazy: ѕєηѕυσυѕ mouth, high cheekbones. dark sunglasses. slightly ŧøᵾsłɇđ brown hair.. ❞
& —— there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back well tell them that i miss our little talks soon it will all be over, and (buried) with our past we used to play outside when we were {y o u n g } and full of life