dear wren,
i'm not sure if i'll ever send you these letters.
maybe when i'm on my deathbed and you can't tell me how ridiculous they are. how ridiculous it is that someone actually loves you as i do.
anyways, you left your leather jacket at my house.
i'm currently cuddling it and smelling all of the amazing scents of you.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Teen Fiction| 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. |
