"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Ojos


Ah, eyes. My favorite. Yep, that one's mine. I'm pretty sure, anyway. The glare changes it a bit...

The funniest part about that picture is that the flash made my eye look a hundred times brighter than it actually is. Though they are indeed boring brown, they're usually darker... Very close to black, really.

But they're so interesting. So deep. So much can be revealed in the eyes--secrets, lies, emotions...

I just love them. No matter the color, shape, size, whatever. I love eyes.

Is that weird? Eh, probably not. You all love them too, you just don't express it. And that, of course, can be seen in your eyes. :P

Gah. Spontaneous outbursts. I need sleep. Goodnight, world, and all who inhabit it.

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