: Her eyes are a reflection of Fijian waters, and last night I saw her hands and feet get red in the cold. She adores the Beatles, and octopuses, and all books that allow her to escape the illnesses that plague her mind. She is, in one word, wonderful. She embraces All, deeming each to be as equally beautifully. She likes to take my Chai tea and steal a few sips, with a darling smirk on her face. Lots of people tell me daily how beautiful she is on the outside, but I feel like I am one of the few
Anonyme: he was my best friend for months before we got together. he kissed me for the first time in the rain under the streetlamp glow. he doesn't like revealing his emotions but every now and then he'll whisper something beautiful or kiss me on the forehead and i'll know. my favourite thing about him is his green eyes, and he's six years older than me. i think we're in love but it's like we don't even need to tell each other, we just know it's there, it doesn't need to be said.
Anonyme: he makes me so, so happy, and then so, so sad. but i love him, i can't help it. i told him that last night and he replied "oh right"...we've been together for over seven months, i just...i know i deserve better, people tell me i do, but i can't leave him. sorry, this doesn't make sense x
I hope he’ll realize how lucky he is to have you. I really hope so. x
Anonyme: he knows so many random and trivial facts, and how to fix strange things. his hair is wispy and I want to run my fingers through it all the time. he smells like spice mixed with the scent of a redwood forest after a rain. i used to bite his shoulder, he used to tug on my hair. he is so charismatic, and such a smooth talker, but in a good way. sometimes i wish i could marry him so he can fix everything for me and I can kiss his forehead when he's sick
“he smells like spice mixed with the scent of a redwood forest after a rain”
: hes sarcastic and rude in the utmost charming way. his smile curves up in more of a smirk than anything. he frustrates me to no end & i swear it is completely intentional. my head rests in the perfect spot beneath his collarbone. he plays guitar, god can he play guitar. hes passionate for the things he loves & indifferent of everything else in the world. his honesty comes with sharp edges but is always with the best intentions. hes taught me to love & he's taught me to trust.i love him for that.
oh those bad, mischievous boys are my favorite kind. you’re a lucky girl. I’m so glad you’re happy. xxx
: he gives me food in the middle of the night and buys me medicine when i'm sick
sounds like perfection. ♡
: He is my safe-house. Sort of my nightlight in the dark. He's warm, he's strong, he's protective. His words are quiet sometimes, but his laugh is full. He's brave to the nth degree, a veteran. He is kind, welcoming, almost enchanting. One of the most brilliant people I know. He has blue-grey eyes and he towers over me. Endless conversations and a constant passion, they balance one another out perfectly. He's concrete. He's devoted. And I thank the universe for putting him in my life. In my heart.
Oh, he’s tall (*^_^*) help me find a tall boy
I think it is really wonderful that you have him, you are rather wonderful yourself and you deserve to have this. Truly. ♡
: He's cares so much about my well being. He calls if he knows I've had a bad day. He has a great sense of humor, he can sing!, he has beautiful blue eyes, he's smart, insightful, and always asks questions about things he doesn't understand. I wish I could tell him how much I care for him, but he seems to have feelings for my best friend.
Oh my poor darling :(( He does sound so lovely, I hope all of you can stay friends and I hope everything will turn out the way it should, in the end. It always does. ♡
Anonyme: he is the sweetest and most respectful boy. he has the most beautiful large hazel eyes. his hair is a deep blonde and he is wonderful. he respects me and my wishes completely, and he is totally in touch with his feelings. he is confident but not cocky. he is honest and reliable and amazing. i look up to him so much because of the way he deals with things. even when i screw up, he doesn't get angry. he just pushes me to be the best that i can be.
oh, this is so charming. you are so wonderfully lucky and I hope you’ll stay happy together for a long time. ♡
Anonyme: He is destructive, but only to himself. I am like a flower to him, he says. I'm not sure what this means. His jaw is a river bend and a constellation of freckles dust the slope of his nose. His skin is milk, his voice a warm bath. I could spend all of time exploring the desert of his body, the soil of his palm. But he doesn't stay in one place. He's often in his mind and I am afraid that I cannot get to him there. (I'd like daisy chains to grow around our wrists so that we could be together.)
Another prince, stuck in his fairyland. He called you a flower (*^__^*)