I love how your pale skin sits slouched, formed against that cool dark chair.
That hat, oh... That hat.
There's something so boyish about the way that hat sits on your head.
It's cute, I should add.
The nonsense you ramble on about,
Well... Maybe it isn't nonsense. I'm usually too distracted by the corners of your lips to really understand your words.
So, I nod.
Mmhhmm...
You continue. You move. I watch.
I watch the way you walk; your hands in your pocket like they have something to say so you stuff them away.
I still try and listen.
Eh, nothing...
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
I love how your pale skin sits slouched, formed against that cool dark chair.
That hat, oh... That hat.
There's something so boyish about the way that hat sits on your head.
It's cute, I should add.
The nonsense you ramble on about,
Well... Maybe it isn't nonsense. I'm usually too distracted by the corners of your lips to really understand your words.
So, I nod.
Mmhhmm...
You continue. You move. I watch.
I watch the way you walk; your hands in your pocket like they have something to say so you stuff them away.
I still try and listen.
Eh, nothing...
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