Fashion FLats
Poetry
lonely girls are never bored in their backyards
my eyes are lined with tear stains and nectar
if you can’t give me your hand i will settle for the scent of your perfume on my skin
lonely girls are never bored in their backyards
my eyes are lined with tear stains and nectar
if you can’t give me your hand i will settle for the scent of your perfume on my skin