by god, i knew you never were an artist, you said so yourself, but the rush of color in your skin and the fluffy down in your voice was the kind of art that made me want to break into the louvre and smash all the frames
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IN WHICH y/n covey writes five love letters that are sent out, causing pure chaos in her life.
lowercase intended!
fem reader x wanna walton
all credit goes to the writers of To All the Boys I've Loved Before!