do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
i thought i’d give one of these a go , so consider this a relationship plotting call! platonic , romantic or otherwise . i’ll pop into ur im’s & we can work something out :))
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
