the knuckles of my right hand are bluer than the sky on a sunny day, perhaps even purpler than a violet.

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the knuckles of my right hand are bluer than the sky on a sunny day, perhaps even purpler than a violet.
you write of her as if it’s your first time falling in love
as if there are literal violins playing in the background and a gush of wind blows through her hair
and there’s nothing you can do except drown in her love.
you write about her teaching you to be better person,
but i also remember you holding my hand, looking into my eyes and claiming how you’d be nowhere without me.
you say she doesn’t look you in the eyes while talking, but i know i looked into them and promised you to stand up for you against everyone else.
you write about her perfectly sculpted lips and how she tastes, but i also remember how you wrote sonnets on my smile.
you write of yourself being in darkness before she came walking into your life with sunshine for eyes, but how, oh how could you forget when at 4 in the morning i used to repeat “I love you” until you could breathe again.
from mapping out our paper house, to lighting it up on fire.
you write of her as if it’s your first time falling in love.
Mom: “why are you crying so damn loudly??!”
Me: “o captain, my captain. *cries more loudly*”
harry: i just want to say
harry: from the bottom of my heart
harry: i have no idea what is happening
I don’t want you to change yourself, atleast not for me.
I like you for being you, and I don’t want you to fit into my “ideal person”. You are you and that what’s I love the most.
We all have flaws, but that’s what makes us a human right. Perfection is just an idea and god, I wish it remains that. A person without flaws, regrets, mistakes isn’t a human I’m sorry, it’s a monster. A monster made of perfection.
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I loved the fact that Mr. Darcy followed Elizabeth in the rain to tell her that he just had to see her and that he loves her.
Whereas people ignore me the same way the officers ignored the handkerchief the girls threw at them.
Me: Okay bro, hear me out...
In case if I die some mysterious death I want you to go to some folks house and deliver the news and especially this one right here give him this letter. That’s it cool enough?
The owl:
Me: woahh!! What do you mean you don’t do this kinda stuff, I’ve seen Harry Potter okay!
The owl: no, things don’t work like tha-
Me: HEDWIG!!!!