Ah, Italian. You are mistaken. 'Tis I who resembles a monster. *Runs in shame*
I don't mind if you're overrated. Or if you're staring at the edge of the world. Keep in mind that I'm sore of blurry vision. But I can see it has to be you, love that I've been dreaming of. And if we climb this high, I swear we'll never die.
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes