Blue eyes: His blue eyes were like the sea, mild, but unpredictable. As the blue winter sky and the ocean in the spring. His eyes were flawless just like the sky.
Green eyes: The green color of the trees of the Amazon are nothing compared with the green of her eyes. They are bright and beautiful, both as a clover in autumn.
Grey eyes: His eyes were so amazing. Like the moon in the middle of the night. They make me wanna hug him and tell him that all will be alright.
But remember, you are beautiful only when you do beautiful things. Full lips aren’t as beautiful as a full laugh. Skinny hips aren’t as attractive as a quick wit. Think about treating others right. And those others will flock to you in screaming droves. Just peel back those artificial layers, Night Vale. Unzip that name brand coat, those skinny jeans, wipe off that make-up and gently, but very quickly, peel off that skin that’s covering up the true you. Look at those exposed eyes, dangling unprotected from their gaping sockets. Look at the blood and sinew, slowly uncoiling from quivering bones. Admire that slippery viscera trying to squeeze under those dynamic ribs of yours. You are organic to be sure, listener. Be proud of who you are!
Welcome to Night Vale - Episode 27 (via cecilncarlos)