dear wren,
i hope that you're okay.
when i saw you last, tears were spilling through the floorboards and dripping down onto my head.
i don't like it when you feel that way.
-grace.

YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Dla nastolatków| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |