~HEARTS-IN-MY-EYES~

As she stared in awe at the sketch hanging on the wall of his room, he gazed, spellbound, at her face. He noticed how her eyes would turn into the shape of a cashew when she smiled, and somehow he was left breathless.

“Did you draw this?” She pointed to the sketch. It was a rough sketch of an empty street. One of his favorite.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Wow,” she said, admiring his work,

“How did you even come up with this? It’s so simple yet so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off it.”

“Well, that’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask the universe.”

“Hmm?” She blinked at him, not having a single clue on what he was saying.

“You,” he began, “how did the universe come up with someone like you?”

“With just a smile, you effortlessly drowned the weight of the world on my shoulders. With just a look, you simply take all of my breath away,”

“And I really, really can’t take my eyes off you.”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #148 // Can’t take my eyes off you

hear that? that’s the sound of my whole soul burning into pieces along with my heart breaking and my eyes becoming an eternal waterfall.

Random Thought...

…of how I kinda just love how Dean sleeps in a double bed that seems to forever be missing someone to fill that empty space next to him, whereas Cas “sleeps” in a double bed in a room that is the guest room, so it isn’t even Cas’ own room, meaning there’s nothing really tying him to that space at all. So where does he truly belong? Oh, it’s so gorgeously meaningful, so beautifully symbolic of what should be. And of what will be. Because there’s an empty spot in Dean’s bed that’s never been slept in.

I thought about your smell. I thought about your laugh and how your eyes light up when you talk about the things you’re passionate about. I thought about how your lips felt against my skin.
My heart dropped and my eyes filled with tears.
I felt empty. When will I stop feeling empty?
When will the absence of you not consume me?
—  v.m