Hannah

The sound of the rain on the roof,dancing with my eyes closed,the smell of a blown out match,old battered leather,big sunglasses,braces,anything fluorescent (?!),someone you loves familiar smell,people playing with my hair,other peoples birthdays,butterflies in my stomach,thunderstorms,aviators,the musty smell of vintage clothes,coco pops and nesquick,rolling cigarettes,imperfection,my grandmothers shoe collection,mullets,coffee which someone else made,hoods,magazines from the 80's,music music music,illegal things,kissing,frangipani's,waking up and realising its your day off,coming home at sunrise,dirty feet,strawberry daquiris,scars,people watching,when christmas is over,driving over London bridge,bunking the train,looking at old photos but more so taking new ones,drinking and dialling,the colour grey,remembering dreams,dirty sweaty clubs with dirty sweaty beats but even more the afterparty,barefoot robot dancing with Kerrie,knowing the person on the door,when the DJ is good,red nailpolish,payday,newspaper prints on my fingers,London Underground,fearlessness,hammocks,spending all day in the sun,lying on pavements,laughing so much that the only sound you can make is a gasp for breath at the end,walking barefoot through cities,getting lost,smoking in bed,the sand inbetween my toes,new shoes and really old ones too,playing texas hold'em with hats and sunglasses,marmite on toast,suprising connections,emails from old friends and equally from new ones,impulsiveness,friendship........and people who dont conform to the norm....