Dear Saturn,
I saw him sitting right in front of me, I swear I was trying my level best to calm my heartbeat down because it was pounding so hard, I was afraid he might hear it. The windows were open, and while he was lost in his book, it felt like a scene from a movie where he was undoubtedly the main character. The pure golden sunlight was kissing his face and his eyes, oh, his light brown eyes were like golden pebbles sparkling in that sunlight. I wish I could have captured every details of how serene he looked but alas! all this time I could not take my eyes off of his eyes. I could spend a lifetime lost into the depth of his eyes, that lovely glares he passes when he looks at me brightens my day.
The funny thing is, when I catch him looking at me, and our eyes meet, my mind starts debating whether I should look away because it feels awkward. But those eyes—those captivating eyes
—I just can't look away.
I saw him sitting right in front of me, I swear I was trying my level best to calm my heartbeat down because it was pounding so hard, I was afraid he might hear it. The windows were open, and while he was lost in his book, it felt like a scene from a movie where he was undoubtedly the main character. The pure golden sunlight was kissing his face and his eyes, oh, his light brown eyes were like golden pebbles sparkling in that sunlight. I wish I could have captured every details of how serene he looked but alas! all this time I could not take my eyes off of his eyes. I could spend a lifetime lost into the depth of his eyes, that lovely glares he passes when he looks at me brightens my day.
The funny thing is, when I catch him looking at me, and our eyes meet, my mind starts debating whether I should look away because it feels awkward. But those eyes—those captivating eyes
—I just can't look away.
❤10
these people who think they have a unique personality which seperates them from the herd. bro, the whole herd thinks the same, youre just another dumbass tryna be cool.
❤9
Forwarded from dump
simple things become complicated when you expect too much.
❤5
I like when I just tell them the headline and they go like "i want the details"
❤7
Dear Saturn,
She often recites her poetry to me. I love her voice, but even more, I love her words.
"Such a beautiful flower," she remarked during a walk. I reached to pluck it for her, but she stopped me. "Don't. Let it stay beautiful while it's alive," she said.
She notices the little things, turning them into moments of wonder when she shares them with me. That’s when I realized—poets have a gift for seeing the world in ways others might overlook . I love her rants as I envy her for noticing life so precisely. Even the smallest detail becomes captivating when she brings it to life.
not romantically, but I love her deeply for who she is. She’s always worried about what others might think, yet she still does what feels right to her. She’s responsible, yet carefree. Especially Kind, even when no one’s watching. Sadly, she’s unaware of her worth, surrounded by those who’ve never made her feel valued. I hope she finds better people.
She recites her poetry to me, but I hope she realizes that she herself is the most beautiful poem.
She often recites her poetry to me. I love her voice, but even more, I love her words.
"Such a beautiful flower," she remarked during a walk. I reached to pluck it for her, but she stopped me. "Don't. Let it stay beautiful while it's alive," she said.
She notices the little things, turning them into moments of wonder when she shares them with me. That’s when I realized—poets have a gift for seeing the world in ways others might overlook . I love her rants as I envy her for noticing life so precisely. Even the smallest detail becomes captivating when she brings it to life.
not romantically, but I love her deeply for who she is. She’s always worried about what others might think, yet she still does what feels right to her. She’s responsible, yet carefree. Especially Kind, even when no one’s watching. Sadly, she’s unaware of her worth, surrounded by those who’ve never made her feel valued. I hope she finds better people.
She recites her poetry to me, but I hope she realizes that she herself is the most beautiful poem.
❤7
internet has some bunch of real dumb idiots constantly trying to prove the online world that they are intellectual and mature 👾
❤9