

you're the only placei like you. i like the way your hair is never quite one single color, always moving in the sun like confused shimmering rainbows as a testament to your indecision. i like the way your lip ring flashes past me all shinyshiny when you talk, the flowing ribbon of your nervous giggles when you think you've said something stupid- and nine times out of ten i'm thinking what you just said was absolute genius, though that might be just because i think you're bloody brilliant- or maybe i don't hear what you say at all sometimes because your rack is so amazing i get distracted. i'll be honest. you know it too. you know your rackyou're the only place