Once upon a time there was Genevieve and Dan. Things were hot that year, though the weather was predominantly cold. The leaves started to fall off the trees, for a time it felt like Dan was on his knees begging to please.
By Genevieve Degnan6 years ago in Poets
Sat drinking wine in Hyde Park, watching you sticking a bit of grass between your two front teeth and I laughed, Frank Ocean on repeat.
By Genevieve Degnan6 years ago in Humans