she dreams in color

men are visual creatures. or so i’ve been told. but i have a hard time believing that women are less visually oriented than our male counterparts. my attention is all too often captured through the eyes with just a casual glimpse, which is enough to draw me in and evoke pure emotion, as if nothing else in the world exists. the object of my affection may not possess power over me for more than a few seconds at a time, and on very rare occasion is my interest held for more than mere moments by sight alone, but it always adds some flavor to my day that i shamelessly savor.


(photos via visualize)

