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Stella Luna Parker
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Brown Eyes

I love your eyes. I could write songs and rhyming poems, and whole books or theses on your eyes and the beauty or depths they contain. There are many shades of brown, from dirt to chocolate, dog shit to coffee, carob to bourbon, but none of these come anywhere close to describing the shade of your stupid eyes, in their beauty (or ugliness). The way they enrapture me and distract me from my work or pull my attention away from my television shows or baking has always been loathsome and annoying, but your eyes are still my favourite shade of brown for all the depths they contain that I wish to traverse, to explore, to discover, and to understand

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Literature

Brown Eyes

I love your eyes. I could write songs and rhyming poems, and whole books or theses on your eyes and the beauty or depths they contain. There are many shades of brown, from dirt to chocolate, dog shit to coffee, carob to bourbon, but none of these come anywhere close to describing the shade of your stupid eyes, in their beauty (or ugliness). The way they enrapture me and distract me from my work or pull my attention away from my television shows or baking has always been loathsome and annoying, but your eyes are still my favourite shade of brown for all the depths they contain that I wish to traverse, to explore, to discover, and to understand

Featured

57 deviations
Literature

Chapter 13: Early Sunsets Over Monroeville

Gerard was finally in the car, along with Mikey and Ray, when Frank appeared. Gee groaned as soon as he saw the look on Frank’s face. Frank got to the window of the car, and sighed. “Let me guess. The car doesn’t work?” Gee said. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, guys. But the good news is, the VW right over there works, and I have the keys.” “Whose Karmann is that?” Ray asked, looking at the dark, mottled purple car with desert dust caked onto it, inches thick. “Long story,” Frank said. “And I have a couple of things to do inside. I’m gonna get some food and shit for us. Here,” he

Killjoys Never Die

13 deviations

Stories

7 deviations
The Adventuring Family

Visual Art

18 deviations
Literature

Brown Eyes

I love your eyes. I could write songs and rhyming poems, and whole books or theses on your eyes and the beauty or depths they contain. There are many shades of brown, from dirt to chocolate, dog shit to coffee, carob to bourbon, but none of these come anywhere close to describing the shade of your stupid eyes, in their beauty (or ugliness). The way they enrapture me and distract me from my work or pull my attention away from my television shows or baking has always been loathsome and annoying, but your eyes are still my favourite shade of brown for all the depths they contain that I wish to traverse, to explore, to discover, and to understand

Word Vomit and Spilled Thoughts

36 deviations
Literature

My inner adult was always a fairie

I was supposed to be a writer. I decided to become a faerie. Someone told me once you cannot be something that doesn't even exist. I yelled "I do believe in fairies! I do, I do!" at them for the rest of the year every time I saw them. Growing up was the long term goal, it always was. But I never knew how it felt until my heart chose to collapse in on itself because my skin started to resemble the flowers I collected as a child - always bruised and falling apart. That was the day I tossed adulthood and all my other goals out. I bought bright pink hair dye and took fabric shears to my head dyeing the suddenly short crop pink and making my fac

Scraps

5 deviations