him: your hands are all black
me: it's my pen's fault
him: it's all over your arm.
me: hey, don't read them!
{ he's so nosy }
// the ink on her skin are the thoughts in her heart // Higit pa
him: your hands are all black
me: it's my pen's fault
him: it's all over your arm.
me: hey, don't read them!
{ he's so nosy }