oh, that's lovely and you're all mad
you smell like the ocean in winter
wish you were here
morning. strawberry sky dusted with white powder sugar sun. and nobody to munch on it with
come on. be extraordinary
the girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness. perhaps it was the fact she had stuck her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping, or that she had chosen to wear her necklace of butterbeer caps, or that she was reading a magazine upside down
my bubbles
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