dear wren,
i'm back in the hospital again.
you've been staking out with me, probably because it's one of the most boring places ever.
i'm happy that you brought me cookies and a copy of jane eyre. how did you know it's one of my favorites?
-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. |
