dear wren,
that was a... strange date to say the least.
but i loved it. c:
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Подростковая литература| 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. |
thirty-three.
dear wren,
that was a... strange date to say the least.
but i loved it. c:
-grace.
