» brain errors

Oke hi.

Soms heb ik problemen in mijn hersenen. Nee, geen ziekte ofzo, meer een soort op hol slaan, wat meestal geen negatieve resultaten opbrengt. Meestal eindigt het in stukjes tekst die ik nooit zou gebruiken maar waar ik wel blij mee ben. En dat komt maar weinig voor. Dus ik dacht, for no reason; laat ik het op wc zetten. Dus dit heb ik. Tips zijn zeeeeeer welkom c:

» The salty taste of his lips dazzled her; just because it suited him, and the moment meant so much. His palms were sweaty as they clutched around her waist, his hair slapped her in the cheeks through the wind and his clothing was filthy. But did she mind? She wouldn't dare. He could be covered in mud and she would've been pleased to have him sleeping upon her. She could be naked and he ice cold and she wouldn't mind pulling him into a tight hug. Hell, he could be sheathed in broken glass. He could be tearing her fingernails off with a f'ucking brick; if only he'd have his lips secured on hers, she would be just fine. «

» "Neither did I," His voice rippled off into silence. The wind hauled at the emerald leaves, leaving the death of their voices filled up with hushed susurration. For the very first time, she experienced a moment of sheer quiescence. «

» The sizzling hot metal blazed against her skin, leaving a flash of intense cold before a scorching hit of agony. Her face plummeted into a grimace. She couldn't help the pained screams running over her lips as she felt her flesh crumbling away slowly under the gorgeous but oh-so dangerous blade. She could feel it burning through layers of her fair skin like they were pieces of paper. «

» He studied the pools that were gawking into his deeply. He'd always seen two simple brown irises, the most plain you'd ever meet. But the sunrays hitting the pools like that coloured the dark hazel to a warm cinnamon colour. He found himself wandering through an autumn forest; the beauty of light timber and the warmth of the sunshine drawing over him. The leaves coloured a soft brown, but as long as the light picked them up, they crumbled to a lovely shade of gold. «

» The hues fixed on hers were not just a colour that would impossibly be described in one word, they also had a depth she wasn't sure of could be measured. They were not pools, not lakes, not even oceans. They had no end. It was a universe, and everything was blue and green and grey. She went for a swim and never returned. «

Yaaaas ~~

xxx Evy