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Strings of Glass

Cassie: 18: A place for my eclectic passions.
graniamay:

Purple Heather
Prom

I fucking hate dancing.

ladyofthevow:

Blossom. by *andokadesbois

Fiction, because it is not about somebody who actually lived in the real world, always has the possibility of being about ourself. — Orson Scott Card