he doesnt like it when I stare, but I can’t help it when he’s busy being so goddamn beautiful all the time. Him and those fucking eyes, I don’t even know what color they are. I’ve been in love with him for three years and I can’t tell you what color they are. That green blue brown. They’re hazel - that’s it. But to me hazel is some rich gold brown, like hazelnut Only that’s wrong. His eyes are hazel which means they’re just whatever the fuck they feel like being. Just like him. Slipping in and out of whoever he is and whatever he feels like, like its the easiest thing in the world. I wish I could be effortless like him. Brush the dust of the world off my shoulders and laugh beautifully like him.
But I’ll just have to stick with watching him instead. And god he hates it when I stare.
Guys, I just met floppybelly at insomnia, we had a superwholock moment, and she’s awesome. Go follow her!