#╰ * ★ ｀ VERSE. / they wanna break me and wash away my colors.

[astraloutlaw]

@manhattanopus​ asked: “  face it,  i know you better than anyone else.  ” 

her words are no secret; he almost believes she knows him even better than he knows himself. it’s a terrifying reality. which thoughts are his? which feelings? what aspects of himself has he adapted to her benefit? he doesn’t know who he is, who he was, who he wants to be. he’s overwhelmed and she knows and he can’t escape her always knowing how he feels before he knows it himself. it’s annoying feeling like he’s always running behind in his own life, chasing her and never reaching her. 

“yeah, i’m starting to think that’s our problem,” he mutters. this argument has been a long time coming, something he’s been bottling up for far too long. of course she doesn’t know what it’s like to live inside his head, but she still sees enough of him, and certainly more than anyone else, and it’s suffocating him.

[astraloutlaw]

@manhattanopus​ answered a thing.

peter’s teasing her, the true last bag of gushers nesting in his jacket pocket waiting to be presented to her. at her confession, howver, and her jab at him, his expression sours. “that’s rude and also definitely not an even trade.”