"When he told her
that her voice sounded like earl grey tea
and her laughs like manic pencil scratches;
that he always drew out the pattern of her freckles
on restaurant napkins;
that she was the princess
he told his little sister bedtime stories about;
that her eyelashes looked pretty when she cried,
his voice trembled like a violin string
And she cracked like the spine of a book."
(via iexcuseyourface)