dear wren,
do you know i still have your leather jacket? i wore mine once. but yours?
a lot.
and the only way you'll get it back is if you come speak to me.
-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. |
