the view (of you laying in bed on a summers morning with honeysuckle in your hair of you leaning over your balcony, hanging over the hanging plants, of you skipping through a field of grass and daisies, my hand in yours and flowers in your other hand, of you) will change, flower girl, but it will never get old.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
broodings
Puisiin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 2016
