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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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Nemo and I just did an art challenge where they describe a digimon and i draw it until i figure out who it is. they described elecmon as a guineapig
i’m alive and slowly getting to the requests that have been marinating in my inbox for many months
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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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I am tied down,
Not free to fly,
I wish I could do more,
But for now, I’ll settle for what I can do...
When I say I wish I could do more, I’m referring to lending a helping hand. There aren’t too many people who are given this luxury by sheer chance. We are like a small city locked down and there are a big chunk of people who work here who are also locked down. Lots of beautiful stories of humanity with some super ugly ones but that’s life. Anyway, this cleanse, it’s good for the planet.
© Aayush Kumar
Don’t love what’s transient, For it will disappear, Dissipate into nothing, Love what lasts forever, Love the essence of the soul, The sound of laughter, The power of the spirit, Love for the sake of love, For everything else, Truly doesn’t matter... I used to believe in valentines, When the world loved, And it was loved back, When little things mattered, Like squiggles in the back of notebooks, A name that brought a smile, A jump in a puddle holding hands, Laughter in the woods, Held back awkward kisses, Nose rubs that brought out crinkly eyes, When entwined fingers spoke, When silences were in conversation, A strand of hair pushed back, A hand on the shoulder that caressed, When everything was firsts, The romance of tiny things, The depth of light hearted banter, I used to believe in valentines... And then, I grew up to reality bites...
© Aayush Kumar
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