January 2011
196 posts
December 2010
40 posts
Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved...
– i ate a dandelion once, because it looked delicious (but promptly spat it out, because it wasn’t.) my first love told me he would’ve loved to see me ingest a flower - he must’ve imagined the experience to be much like the one described about the card. he also wanted to see me hurt, however -...
i'm 22 now...