Dainty

You had pale, blue-toned translucent skin dotted with delicate brown freckles. In the right light you almost looked ghost-like, I thought, but maybe that’s just my wild imagination working again. I’d never seen anyone like you. I often studied people’s faces through windows, on public transport and over coffee cups in cafes — old people with their weathered studious faces and eyes stained with experience and harsh truths, children with their curious, innocent faces and colourful minds, lanky self-diagnosed ‘depressive’ teenagers who poured over Sylvia Plath novels and romanticized about death and decay — but none of these people interested me as much as you did.

—Unknown (via mycose)

(Source: seabois, via v-3-l-v-e-t)