So I call upon the tallest trees, to the grass beneath my toes... And the life that sprung up from the leaves to teach me how to grow. 19. Female California.
In the end I want it to be you.
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.