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.
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do u ever feel so obsessed with a song and even though it’s constantly on repeat you feel like it’s just not enough and it you just wanna marry it or something ????