TwilightFan7272

his eyes are a faded sky and his smile is cracked and pained. each wrinkle on his face is a story of his life, and his feet are missing some toes. he has strands of silver on his head, who have lost their gold a long, long time ago. his voice creaks and his fingers are all swollen from arthur. and in the mirror you can see that his crooked nose was once broken. his hugs are hard as stone, and at the same time gentle, and they aren't bad at all. - - i think back to the times in the photographs where i had face paint on (my hair was wispy and long, and i had a black dot on my nose and a ring around my eye, and whiskers on my cheeks) and he