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Just a peculiar lady with thoughts unending that are even more peculiar. So why not share the strange with strangers.
This shall be a compilation of thoughts, poems, questions, rants and such from the mysterious voice in my head; my so called conscious.
If you are displeased with the material. I for one...
Couldn't agree more.
This brain in my noggin has destroyed my earthly days.
Welp.. guess lets get this started mhmm.
Words are mine. Pictures are not unless said other wise. Don't take my words for your own. It's rude. Credibility should be given to the brain that wrote them. Commonsense don't ya think?
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COMPLETED Y/n is heading to a new peculiar home in Wales even though... she is French. This adventure towards mystery will change her life, for love, care and power will find her. What is her peculiarity ? How is she supposed to face her love for the Headmistress ? Contains : cuteness and familial atmosphere, Y/n's integration within the home, her search to understand where she comes from and a love story ! Miss Peregrine x reader wlw (Not a native English speaker here) Based on movie and book (I take what suits me from both), happening before the original story (Abe and Victor are gone already)
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