anyone that says that your eyes are brown, have obviously never looked at you properly.
no, your eyes are more a mix of copper, honey and the sun shinning over a forest.
honey sap seeping out of any and every crack in the wood.
damp oak wood that's still glistening from a night of tears.
endless rows of trees that I kept getting lost in, hoping I'd watch it set on fire again, wishing I could see the flame burn once more.
no, your eyes aren't brown and you shouldn't settle for the simplest answer you get.
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Jamie's Diary
FanfictionJust another edgy teen and isn't like most girls and has deep complex emotions and cries alot to The Beatles while clutching a ukulele close and wearing a slash band t-shirt and yellow scrunchie cause I'm a hopeless romantic that fits the aesthetic👌
