fruit punch lips

thirteen.

life isn't always perfect with us. the sun still shines but burns my skin. we fight and the lump in my throat grows bigger with every scream. but we make up. we love. life isn't magnolias all the time, but I'll be damned if I'm left with rotting petals drifting across my floors. I was the on the porch today, swinging my legs around on my wicker chair, watching the crocuses grow vibrant with each breath, thinking of how lucky I was.

jeez if u've stayed this long congrats this story isn't meant to go anywhere lolz it's so directionless but I'm tired of queer lady stories with nothing but tragedy n death. God bless u all xx coll