"your braids like a pattern,
love you to the moon and to saturn"
Just a book filled with imagines about having Taylor Swift as your mom. I hope you guys enjoy :)
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(BTW CAN WE PRETEND THAT MISS LANA DEL RAY LIVES IN RHODE ISLAND 😘 THANK YOU🤪🤪 I PROMISE IT WILL MAKE SENSE IF YOU READ ON)
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Y/N woke up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring next to her bed. Groggily, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, realizing with a jolt of excitement that today was her fifteenth birthday. She hurriedly reached for her phone, eager to see the flood of birthday wishes she was sure to receive.
As Y/N unlocked her phone, her heart dropped a little. There were a few notifications, but they were from her friends, not her family. Nevertheless, she scrolled through all of the birthday wishes she had received from her friends.
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Every year, Taylor would come into Y/n's room and wake her up for her birthday with breakfast in bed, or some gifts. And ever since she had gotten a phone, every birthday morning involved a birthday video, whether it was a collection of people who cared about Y/n wishing her happy birthday and expressing their love, or a badly edited video of cats singing happy birthday.
