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"honestly i thought i had posted it but now im not so sure!! here it is tho if youre curious :) i don’t remember there being anything too personal"
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P.S. They got in! Next up is their gameoden sharing the news with George and Jayden.
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so pretty so cute!!
Releerte es saber que fui amada. No importa lo que al final le haya pasado a esos dos, sino los susurros de amor que permanecen ocultos bajo las sábanas y que los llevaron hasta ahí.
Aimer, c'est faire siens les blessures, les douleurs, les espoirs et les rêves de l'autre...
V. H. SCORP
El clavel.
Ya no es lo mismo cuando el clavel se marchita, cuando alguna vez el sol resplandecía de manera acogedora sobre su follaje.
No ayuda que la tierra se volviera áspera justo cuando tus vivaces flores estaban en la cumbre de su belleza, rebosaban de elegancia.
Devolvé el duelo hacia la tierra, mi clavel herido; sobre tu sien brilló una estrella, que irradió encanto pleno, tan incandescente que pronto se apagó, dejándome sin consuelo.
-T. アイザック。
MY BLOG IN ENGLISH: Post-poetry
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sraasas familiy! i love them dearly
(...) Son carne las canteras, las lajas obsidiana, es mármol y alabastro la aguja del crestón, y son gigantes bloques de tersa porcelana los riscos de la sierra que descuajó el turbión. La tarde va cayendo, y aún llueve. Ya reclina el sol en la montaña su coruscante sien; con ópalos y perlas esmalta la colina, irisa los picachos con ópalos también.
A través de la lluvia | Manuel José Othón
Two New Blogs
hey y’all, I made 2 new blogs. I’ll still be keeping this one and posting on here like normal.
One is an aesthetic blog and has a darker theme to it. That one is called @alphunakaopia
The other one (i’m sorry if you’re not into it) is a bdsm blog. That one is called @littleangelicdevil
check them out if you’re interested, follow if you like them. Thank youu❣️
(you don’t have to obviously)
