i don’t think brown eyes get enough love it’s always those blue and hazel fuckers that get the praise and attention. you’re too afraid to look me in the eyes and face the chocolate-y abyss.
What about green eyes… What about my emeralds of shimmering goodness
"Do you know when they say soul-mates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. “Soul-mate wanted”. It doesn’t mean too much now. But soul-mates - think about it. When your soul-whatever that is anyway - something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape - when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it. The rest of you just feels sweaty and jumpy at first. And your souls get married without even meaning to - even if you can’t be together for some reason in real life, your souls just go ahead and make the wedding plans. A soul’s wedding must be too beautiful to even look at. It must be blinding. It must be like all the weddings in the world - gondolas with canopies of doves, champagne glasses shattering, wings of veils, drums beating, flutes and trumpets, showers of roses. And after that happens - that’s it, this is it. But sometimes you have to let that person go. When you are little, people, movies and fairy tales all tell you that one day you’re going to meet this person. So you keep waiting and it’s a lot harder than they make it sound. Then you meet and you think, okay, now we can just get on with it but you find out that sometimes your souled brother, partner, lover has other ideas about that."
— Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous Angels