dear wren,
some days, i really hate you.
but then i don't because i remember that i love you and love conquers all.
that's all for today.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Genç Kurgu| 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. |
