(I can’t remember from who I get this Cullen wallpaper. There is no watermark on it. it’s either @cantkeepmyeyesoff or @fontofnothing . Please do notify me if you know cause I want to properly credit this amazing screen archer!)
The world is working against him, Jon decides. What else could be the explanation?
The Most Beautiful Woman in the World lives in the same building as
he does, which, to be fair, is not a sign of the world working against
him. He gets to see the Most Beautiful Woman in the World quite often,
and each time he does, he’s struck dumb by her beauty — her long red
hair, shining like the brightest autumn leaves; her bright blue eyes,
which he’s not quite sure are the exact color of the summer sky, but
he’d like some time to gaze into them and decide; her lips, which he
knows are the color of a perfectly ripe strawberry; her skin, pale as
moonlight and twice as lovely; her legs, lean and long, setting her at
the perfect height; and her laugh, which he’s had the privilege to hear
many times, a soft giggle that bubbles out of throat as a smile spreads
across her perfect face.