Midsummer, purple shorts, gratuitous eyeballs. I want more two-tone shoes, there’s a wonderful dweebiness to them.
There’s nobody to talk to, everyone is still asleep.
She’s mad but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.
Hi Innanets! My name is JerVae. Nice to meet you. :)
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’