myrtleave
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[ mirrors couldn't reflect you
on the inside. ]
in which pansy parkinson started to grow fond of mirrors when she realised they're anything but a clear reflection of her.
- '' oh, pansy, just like the flower. '' -
CURRENTLY IN PHASE TWO -
[ IDK WHEN THE FUCK ILL BE BACK ]