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#Love9
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I am grateful for every level I find myself because only God made it possible. Give up for the king of kings. I choose to be Grateful, may God continue to do what he knows how to do best(daily money)Amen .🤩💥 SEE THE LINK IN BIO TO LEARN MORE ABOUT GODS LOVE BOOK RELATE WITH ME BOOK GODS LOVE SONG DOWNLOAD RELATE WITH ME APP VIA GOOGLE PLAYSTORE TO WATCH TV #love #love9 #loves #loves_puglia #familygoals #familyphotography #familypictures #peace #movies #movie #movies #music #musicals #music4 #songs #sermon #Godly #preach #godsword #family #joys #dating #dating9 #dating https://www.instagram.com/p/BquzENRAu0A/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1l650l0q3ha4q
Love 9 It’s 9:09 In the 9th month Of 2018 ... … And, I’m in-LOVE. The September Sun shifts. A gradient of latent heat. Drawn … In. 8 years the making, Makes 9 and we’ll be just fine. A tied-up tale. Tried, tested, too. The truest LOVE story, Never YET written. I write. From locked-up in life’s longest lessons, —The consequence of righteous rebellion. To locked-in at LOVE, —Brought on sudden and fierce. Drawn … In. His return made Spring. Looking to find friendship, By the golden-light of Fall … He found our LOVE, instead. He comes, still … To the very edge Of my bedroom window sill. And rarely through my front door; Just as he did 8 years before. He sees ... … The faintest line along my lips; calling out my age … that I am older than he. Drawn. He feels ... … The slightest change across my breath; with depth of chest … he can measure my mood. Drawn. He knows ... … The contours of my personality; those that create … and move about my energy. Drawn. He speaks ... … The words to rested rhythms; ancient truths … they whirl, dip and dance amidst my soul. Drawn. Spirits meet in sin sometimes. But, he believes and sees as wisdom does now, Come late-to-middle life. Grown from wisdom born and brought of strife; Wrought, woe and wonder, too. Aches, loves, regrets and pains of past, All teachers of his same school. Like a young God … He is. Fair-quicker to spare the rod than one would think. But, thinker betray or seek to offend His most-loved and chosen-cherished ... Then, find not your grave tomorrow, But find it today ... Your perfect plot of darkened earth. For play—HE will NOT. Not ever. Not He. I happen to think him a wonder in kind. A markman of mired and mirrored morality. My heavy-hearted hero— My Lover; Lost-half to my heart ... All mine. Love 9. —Raquel LeBaudour September 2018 #poetry #bohemianfunkpoetry #love9 @j_sin_88 🍃💛🍃 https://www.instagram.com/p/BopfMWTDSGP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1oz75pd6apqx7
Не все поймут. Для тех, кто знает) Коротко) Все познается в сравнении, всегда) Остаюсь) #love9#love526
not sure if this blog is still active or not as im on mobile but im ciel phantomhive and i know an alois, luka, and hannah. mostly looking for sebastian michaelis but anyone will do really! thank you
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I accidentally added a 9 at the end of love in my description and I'm to lazy to change it tbh.
Queria queria que você ficasse aqui comigo, talvez pra sempre ou por apenas mais 5 minutos. Queria você abraçadinha, conversando as mesmas coisas das nossas primeiras conversas, lembra? Nós parecíamos tão unidos que nada e nem ninguém nos afastaria, eu segurava você nos meus braços tão forte, por que sempre tinha medo que viesse alguém e te tomasse de mim. Você sempre me assegurou que isso não aconteceriam, e eu me sentia a pessoa com mais sorte no mundo. Esse era o resumo dos nossos dias, acordávamos tarde, dormíamos tarde, vivíamos as tardes de uma maneira tão plena como se sempre fosse a última vez. Os invernos nunca era tão frios, sempre tínhamos o calor um do outro para se esquentar. Eu vivi esses dias com uma felicidade imensa, algo que me levasse ao céu, Eu te amei com uma força, que talvez não teria mais para amar ninguém. Amei e continuei amando, até o dia em que decidiras partir, e como recompensa por esse amor, me deixaste apenas um bilhete:
-Fui ao mercado, volte em duas horas.
Esperei essas duas horas acabarem, esperei lendo livro, olhando na cozinha,atendo telefone, esperei essas duas horas acaberem por quase uma semana. Quando você manda uma carta dizendo que sentia muito, mas nosso amor era tão lindo que te dava medo, e que por isso resolvia partir. Te amarei sempre, e amarei sempre que lembrar da queles dias. Agora os dias são mais frios, independente se faz chuva ou sol, por que agora o inverno mora no meu peito. Até que eu um dia recarregue as forças e procure alguém para amar.