he gave me daisies on a thursday. they smelled oddly like snow– fresh and cold and a little sad. maybe that’s why they’re my favourite. i clutched them to my chest for the remainder of[…]
he gave me daisies on a thursday. they smelled oddly like snow– fresh and cold and a little sad. maybe that’s why they’re my favourite. i clutched them to my chest for the remainder of[…]