Stories by GRACIE
Irises and Waterlilies
Why is that whenever I see your eyes, I can't help but imagine Van Gogh holding a paint brush to your pupils...
through thin walls
lost souls in revelry
two kids, you and me
living like we're renegades
(apocalypse au)
blindspot
I originally wanted to tell you my fears and my worries, and for you to smile, leaving a soft kiss on my chee...