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Show & Tell
art blog(derogatory)

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we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
cherry valley forever

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Today's Document
Three Goblin Art

if i look back, i am lost
noise dept.
wallacepolsom
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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“Have patience with all things but first of all with yourself.”
— Saint Francis de Sales

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Parecía firme, pero era inestable. Era como la luna, rodeada de estrellas, pero sola.
(via barbie-fallida)

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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No fue triste perderte, ni fue fatídico, fue como morir para renacer, fue esa herida que me costo meses y noches en vela el poder cerrar.
Memorias de mi corazón roto, Daniela Trejo (via petite-lenore)
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