blue eyes

My love, don’t you know you carry all of the constellations in those indigo eyes of yours?
—  j.f. // blue doesn’t even begin describe the flecks of gold or the hint of green, the oceans and starlight and velvet hidden like a jewel inside such a boy • excerpts of stories I will never write

will herondale aesthetic

❝every time i saw you it would be like standing on that roof all over again, making you despise me and feeling as if i were choking down poison.❞