pale and mild, a modern girl.
taken with thought still prone to care
makin tea in your underwear.
jumping fences
i’m sorry i texted you at six in the morning (my jet-lagged body told me it was much later in the day!) but i’m glad you love me anyway and i’m glad you still wanted to get brunch.
i love that we jump off bridges together, and that we walk all the way to trader joes and whole foods just to get their free samples, and i love it when we pray, looking up at the sky.
i love that we’re best friends just like the wild things graffiti-ed on the wall, and that our hearts are big and red like theirs.


