Fyodor Dostoevsky
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you hated your eyes they were the reason you got bullied and made fun of and yet fyodor loved them…he thought they were unique and he could stare into them for hours on days
“Whats wrong мой дорогой? Dont tell me they messed with you again”
he asked calmly after you came home trying for the third time this week…you nodded slowly and he pulled you into his embrace