i don’t classify myself as a bandom blogger anymore but if i’m not a bandom blogger then idk what i am :-(
No one understands how much I really love hands. Eyes or hair or a body are never the first things I notice about a person. It’s hands. Whether they have long fingers or short ones, nail biters or clean, manicured tips. Veins that travel up from the back of the hand to the knuckle. Whether they’re tan or pale. Maybe they have smooth skin or callouses. Scars. Blemishes. Freckles. Bruises. Cuts.
Hands. I always notice them.
A perfect representation of how I feel about all of these things.