Caress me softly and call me a sinner. Freckles are one of those characteristics in people that I absolutely adore. I like to think of them as pretty kisses left on skin to remind people that the universe loves you. Freckles scattered on a person's face is absolutely pulse-maddening. I love the little dots. I like how they are stains on skin from the sun's loving gaze. I love how freckles scrunch up when a person smiles. If I ever got the opportunity to date someone with freckles I would kiss each and every one, no matter how many times I lost count, to remind that person that I love their skin. Still their personality would shine through the hypnotizing seeds planted on their skin. Those gorgeous drops of chocolate would simply allow that person to shine even brighter. I can't begin to express in words how much I love those scattered paint splatters that mark the human skin as loved by the sun. I can't fathom a world in which freckles are considered a sin. To simply insinuate that freckles are disgusting is to insult the universe itself, but hey, that's just me. A complete weirdo.
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De TodoPretty boys, pretty girls, pretty truth, pretty lies, rotten words, broken hearts, cigarettes, empty regret, bumbling tears from big innocent eyes, little made up stories told under the sky. These are just a few asethetics of mine so get ready for m...
