dear wren,
my hair has finally started to fall out.
it comes out in clumps, little wisps of dark hair. it's okay, though. i feel alright.
i've spent my spare time watching doctor who and writing these letters. you never understood that show.
i think that's the beauty of it.
it seems so wild and crazy, it just makes me want to believe it's all true even more.
we'll watch it together next time. i'll make you.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Novela Juvenil| 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. |
