“her hair is long and wavy and her smile is small and reminds me of something sad. its like she doesn't want to smile, or maybe she just isn't happy enough. i cant make her happy enough.
her eyes are like a dream, her freckles like something so incredibly beautiful; she doesn't like herself, she tells me. i want to scream to the stars that she is, she's worth the world, and i think i gladly would give it to her. i don't, though. my mouth is glued together when she's around.
her voice is comforting, and she smiles back at me. i know when she's around, her presence is suffocating me, like a perfume. i think, Oh, and my cheeks flush.
she's the most gorgeous person i know.” — on another note, i think I'm developing a crush || ne.t ( Via @