"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."
yea, so, screw you.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Currently my lifee!
Even if you’re fighting
it’s the greatest feeling in the world, when the person you like: texts you first. texts you goodmorning. texts you all...