dear wren,
i would write longer letters, but i've been so exhausted. i just wanted to tell you that i love you and that no matter what, i'm here.
-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. |
