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she splashes water onto you for the fifth morning, in the midst of your swiss cottage dreams, woven with the one man she disapproved of.
son, what good is there in him? he’s incapable and unable.
what? you’d think those words would be the last you’d choose to describe him.
people think you don’t see clear, but they don’t know how he had ( Read more... )
son, what good is there in him? he’s incapable and unable.
what? you’d think those words would be the last you’d choose to describe him.
people think you don’t see clear, but they don’t know how he had ( Read more... )
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but they don’t know how he had already cleansed them pristinely with your own tears
pulled at my heartstrings bb.
your writing is always gorgeous <3
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yes i've decided to come out of my shell and start paying attention to my long forgotten fandom. (though i still have 2 more papers but screw my impatience)
woman, how do you squeeze such beauty into 100words? you are my blossom cause you're awesome. now i need to retrive my muse. /wrestles bunnies
love you aplenty and i hope you're happy. ♥
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