dear wren,
you told me to screw off today.
i felt guilty more than anything. i know i shouldn't pry about your personal life, but i desire to know more about you.
depsite what you believe, you're one of the greatest people i know.
-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. |
