inkskinned: I wrote this while drunk and found it in my wallet the next morning:she was the moment you realize it’s summer andhe was just a boy with a heartache he couldn’tname but had patched up with duct tapeand in the good storieshe stays but
inkskinned: I wrote this while drunk and found it in my wallet the next morning:she was the moment you realize it’s summer andhe was just a boy with a heartache he couldn’tname but had patched up with duct tapeand in the good storieshe stays but
