whatever it means to have a type, i wouldn't have thought she was mine. but she's softer than she lets on. she's stubborn and kind. she's caring in a way that tries to hide and she's more scared than i thought.

she works almost every day and her hair falls so it's framing her face. she wears her hair up except for when she's home and her favourite clip to use is marbled black and white. and she's so beautiful it pricks my skin.