N-N-N-N-Nineteen 11: Ayley

N-N-N-N-NINETEEN 11: Ayley

Ayley It’s winter and outside it’s only just getting light but I’m already sweating. My cerulean crop top is damp and the strands of light brown hair that have come loose from my hairband stick to my face. Bright Star’s music surges through my he... Read More...