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Taylor Swift's 'The Lakes' keeps on playing on my mind when I was nearing the end (˶‾ ⁻ ‾˵) reading this made me feel all warm and fuzzy somewhere inside my slightly aching chest uwu
~I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
'Cause I haven't moved in years
And I want you right here
Ailette: Black hair, expensive clothing and that mean look on your face... you must be the count's spoiled son!
Can't help but remember: Red hair and hand-me-down robes... you must be a Weasley! Bwahahaha