Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.
50% of me: “I love dresses and flowers and pretty things.”
Other 50% of me: “I love tattoos and hardcore music and concerts and skinny jeans.”
couldn’t be more true
100% it doesnt matter and there is literally never a situtation where you will have to choose.
police officer: you’re under arrest.
me: im rubber, you’re glue. what bounces off of me sticks to you(:
police officer: fuck