I’m 16 I smell of Love’s Baby Soft and everything is pink and fresh and romantic like a love letter
seems fitting spring begins here the origin of life
I once suggested she have a good cry she said “I’m afraid if I start I’ll never be able to stop”
“Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.” ~ Joss Whedon
sometimes I’m quick to snuff it out sometimes I let it burn but there’s always that ash sticking to the soles of my shoes the gritty tracks follow me for days
