november 16th | 2008
dear frankie,
one,
the smell of freshly cut grass in the morning. god, i couldn't ever get tired of that smell.
i couldn't ever get tired of you
love, gee
YOU ARE READING
teenagers ; frerard
Fanfiction"we'll make them pay for the things that they did!" or, where gerard sends frank letters just to make him stay a little longer in the world. { tw : suicide, depression, self harm }
