maybe we don't wanna be found
the sweetest sadness
for fireworkfiasco
happy birthday!
she can hear her name being shouted. she blinks; makes a face, rubs the sleep out of her eyes.
sighing, she gets out of bed and wanders to the balcony, in only her underwear and the flimsy t-shirt that she wears to bed.
"what the f-"
the sweetest sadness
for fireworkfiasco
happy birthday!
she can hear her name being shouted. she blinks; makes a face, rubs the sleep out of her eyes.
sighing, she gets out of bed and wanders to the balcony, in only her underwear and the flimsy t-shirt that she wears to bed.
"what the f-"
the sweetest sadness