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MelliFlUOUS!
she had a dream. lovelier than any flower. the cold breeze came in, she pulled up the blankets; and when she opened her eyes, it was today. before she knew it, the season had changed. and so remained her last fantasy. forever in her heart.
“If he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. If he writes her 300 sonnets, he loves sonnets”

the-humdrum-gatsby:

- my english professor

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