"You should get him to say that to my face. Then I might do something really horrible. Like wet his perfectly straightened hair, or pull threads from that fabulous new cardigan of his..."
so yeah. twenty. biomedical sciences at uq. coffee, and people, and long silences. i don't mean to stare, but i probably will. please, talk nerdy with me. you're perfect if you're somebody my blood will sing for. somebody i can write poems about. somebody i can look at forever and still not be able to describe.