Don't it make my brown eyes blue?
I've learned to love my brown eyes.
So there you have it, the extent of my charms: brown hair and eyes like unbarfed chocolate. I'm a lucky girl." -Max
Marilyn Monroe had thick, dark eyebrows even though her hair was platinum and it looked gorgeous. It worked because she had brown eyes - dark eyes can handle a dark brow even if the hair is blond.
Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.
His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.
I've got quite bushy eyebrows and brown eyes.
Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.
When I do sultry, bronzey eyeshadow, my eyes look greener, and when I wear dark or black colors, my eyes get a lot browner.
I wanted so badly to be straight like my friends. But I couldn't change it any more than I could change having brown eyes. And I knew I would never fit into what kids thought was normal.
You’re nice to me because you think I’m pretty?” “And because you have brown eyes. I’m a sucker for big old brown eyes.
And there I was, pretty as heck, brown eyes, a few freckles, fashion challenged, and a bad attitude. Max II.
Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn't hide.
That memory made a lump form in my throat as I remembered his face, serious and gorgeous, those brown eyes intense and passionate as he spoke up for me and convinced the others of my value.
People liked to eat veal until they saw pictures of these darling little animals with brown eyes. Veal calves been raised the same way for centuries.
Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.
