"When he told her
that her voice sounded like earl grey tea
and her laugh 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."

— Unknown (via sailacrossthe-sun)

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