november 26th | 2008
dear frankie,
your eyes are possibly the most precious thing i've ever seen in the world.
you have absolutely no idea how happy i get when you smile and it finally reaches your eyes. that means you're truly happy, and not just faking it for the sake of it.
i love how little crinkles surround the corners of those hazel orbs of yours. you say that they make you look like an idiot. i love everything about them.
love, gee
YOU ARE READING
teenagers ; frerard
أدب الهواة"we'll make them pay for the things that they did!" or, where gerard sends frank letters just to make him stay a little longer in the world. { tw : suicide, depression, self harm }
