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But there’s a story behind e v e r y t h i n g. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are h a r d and h e a r t b r e a k i n g. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because h e r s is where yours begins.

                                             ✦ mothers of the marauders’ era ✦


ROT IN HELL, CRAPFACE! Also I love you, and I treasure you. And you bore me.

God, you’re being so mean. Do it more.

I hope you die. Byeee!