[ 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 ]
"Have you ever really been hated, Nefertari? Have you ever been disowned by your own bloody father before he even met you? Have you ever been cursed by the woman who called herself your mother before you could even crawl? Have you ever... asked a question, a simple question, in the middle of a crowded hallway, and had...