name ↠ weilan fucking wang age ↠ i’m 5 and 95 at the same time gender ↠ i don’t have a penis birthday ↠ a day full of mistakes appearance ↠ shoulder-length black hair. pale pigmented skin. brown eyes. 5’2. small but toned body. a small scar on left cheek.
❝ arrogant girl. when will you learn?❞
❝ guns hidden under our petticoats ❞
occupation↠ the fuckup house ↠ gryffindor wand ↠ pistol. i kid i kid. a chopstick cuz i snapped my wand accidentally. sexuality ↠ no <3 status ↠ i'd never thought i'd get this attracted to a jerkass with a metal arm. yet here i am.
❝ not cold. just selective. ❞
personality ↠ i would cut ur body up to pieces so i can dropkick each one of your limbs off a cliff. heartless is an understatement likes ↠ the smell of smoke mixed with the scent of wild grass. shield agents. winter. monkeys. dislikes ↠ fuck u. fuck me. fuck everything. oh, especially pie. ew.
↜ those little girls↝ those little girls the ones who grew up with bruises on their right wrists from the handcuffs the ones who can taste blood at all times from their dry, split lips the girls with numb feet and hands with a metallic scent adoring them as their perfume the girls don't bother to wash their crimson hands they would tilt their heads up and silently ask “ are you proud of me?” their eyebrows would furrow ever so slightly with hope of course, they wouldn’t get an answer they knew what the response would be their heads would snap forward again the little girl’s expression once again becomes blank with no remorse