Feb 19, 2025
Epifanías de medianoche
La persona correcta,
el momento equivocado.
El guion correcto,
la línea incorrecta
El poema correcto,
la rima incorrecta
Y una parte de ti
que nunca fue mía.
Loading...
seen from Russia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Indonesia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Algeria
seen from Algeria
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Malaysia
Epifanías de medianoche
La persona correcta,
el momento equivocado.
El guion correcto,
la línea incorrecta
El poema correcto,
la rima incorrecta
Y una parte de ti
que nunca fue mía.
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.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Somos egoístas cuando queremos que alguien se quede a pesar de que no quiera.
-chipnervous.
Libro: El sol y sus flores Autor: Rupi Kaur
Y ya quiero volverte a ver de nuevo.
Para sentirte un poco más cerca de mí.
Abrazarte y al menos percibir por un instante que la vida cobra forma.
Caer en tu aroma y besarte de manera incesante.
Romper las incertidumbres y quedarme únicamente junto a ti.
Gregdz
Ayer soñé contigo,
tus manos rozaban mis caderas
y la luz de la luna recorría perfectamente tu figura.
Ayer te soñé,
y puedo jurar de ante mano
que la locura de enamorarme
suena tan interesante.
Mentedesordenada.
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.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I dream about the day
you tell me you love me,
just how I love you
- Emily Dickinson. ✨
They are crying in the corner of my heart
Weeping and struggling,
Trying to mend their scars.
Crippling my soul, they are demanding for the stars.
Caged and enslaved,
They want to fly, leaving behind the dark.
Crushed and shattered
Now, they want to be heard
My words,
They are dying every hour.
- Smriti
Picture source: @thefaithfulreader