Wondrous eyes.
Dreamy Eyes.
"Eyes with Depth"
Nice eyes
Green eyes
He had deep green eyes, gorgeous green eyes, and when you stared in to them, they looked back at you, boring deep into your soul, exposing your being, making you feel, that he knew..everything, your struggles, who you were. Dark, alluring, just a little bit unsettling.
Zzt, girls keep talking about stuff like that.
I need eyes like that.
Oh yeah.
With guys its hair, her slim svelte figure, those luscious lips, rosy cheeks, a firm body, beautiful face.
With girls its just eyes. So much so that it makes me feel sick.
-.-
Time to ditch the glasses.
XD
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*Eyes..* - Monday, December 13, 2010 @ 6:44 PM
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*Eyes..* - Monday, December 13, 2010 @ 6:44 PM
Wondrous eyes.
Dreamy Eyes. "Eyes with Depth" Nice eyes Green eyes He had deep green eyes, gorgeous green eyes, and when you stared in to them, they looked back at you, boring deep into your soul, exposing your being, making you feel, that he knew..everything, your struggles, who you were. Dark, alluring, just a little bit unsettling. Zzt, girls keep talking about stuff like that. I need eyes like that. Oh yeah. With guys its hair, her slim svelte figure, those luscious lips, rosy cheeks, a firm body, beautiful face. With girls its just eyes. So much so that it makes me feel sick. -.- Time to ditch the glasses. XD |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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