it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm
I love listening to the rain, spending my days daydreaming and watching the night sky. 15, California
Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.