You have such beautiful eyes.

davidashketchum:

That shade of brown is tentative, like it can’t decide what it wants to be, light or dark. They never stop shining. They shine brighter than a torch in a dark room. They’re doves amongst a field of crows. They’re etched with memories of pain, sadness, happiness, and love. I would love to map every crevice just to have an excuse to get lost in their mystery. They’re the only place I wouldn’t mind losing myself in.