for girls who love fiercely, lose deeply, and sometimes bleed for it. girls who have secrets whispered beneath dim streetlights, in moments that bloom and wither.prepare for the aches of a kiss, or the grace of a dying touch.
peach is the soft, glowing light; warm fingers brushing skin, first kisses, sunlit windows, girls in love with the idea of romance and tenderness. you should never make her cry.
rot is what comes after; late-night aching, echoing footsteps, girls who disappear, girls who bite back, tenderness gone rancid, lipstick smeared like blood. she is always looking at you.
