smells real soaps in hurr
Hazy, humid, and all the trees are stabbing my eyes out with their tree jizz.
I love curling in like a puzzle piece against my other half.
me starting a trash story: it’s too late to apologize
annapear replied to your post: annapear what if we went into Narnia and hung out…
WHEN? NOW? OK HERE I COME
I grab your hand and we run across the moon-slicked boards to the wardrobe. wintry blue light leaks out as you ease one of the doors open. with a glance at each other, full of the worst kind of excitement, we dive into the coats.
annapear what if we went into Narnia and hung out with Edmund. we should do that.
