poison me, daddy! — [5/16]
Okay, he confesses: His old resolution to keep all Harley-related thoughts pure hadn’t even lasted one day. Their time spent in Harley’s car and the fleeting encounter at school were just nails in the coffin. At least those aforementioned nails have cured Peter of his shame. When the shaggy blonde was just some smoking stranger at Liz’s party, Peter's profound infatuation with Harley somewhat worried him. With confirmation that his lust for Harley is mutual, Peter doesn’t feel pathetic. He’s touched himself every night (and day) since their last tryst, and he’s thought of Harley the entire time. Seems like tonight won’t be an exception.
god help me 'cause i'm never gonna love again...













