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Amazing photo 👏❤️😍
Dude!!! Get in the dark shots or somewhere where there’s no light! This man is a master of light 💡.
Hello...International , faune et flore , le plus...
ضيفني وزيد متابعينك
Please help me in my campaign to raise money to bring my mother with me, if you can not with money, share with your friends, sorry to invade your space, but I am desperate please 🙏
My instant response is to open with, Sorry! Sorry to bother but I find you an inspiration of radness. You are so honest in everything you do and are absolutely slaying life and, yep, are an inspiration to female and no doubt female identifying folks because of who you are and how you own in. Continue to go forth and conquer Radness!
Hi 13 i love you because your character in house 😍😍
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@oliviawilde Every time you are in my dream you are always so sweet and loving to me... the really weird thing I feel like is.. if I think about you for 10-20 minutes before I sleep (and dont get me wrong I'm not a psycho, not a stalker, not like that happens everyday just every once in a while) I end up having rewarding dreams... it's really weird. It could represent admiration.. or some sort of universe beyond and our souls are drifting together somewhere and that's the person you really are. They're always sweet. I don't know why. When it happens I wake up feeling satisfied , feeling loved. The funny thing too is I think even Jason and your children were there and it was just this platonic love ... not chasing.. not jealousy.. it was blissful. Maybe you really are a saint, and I fight in my dreams from this position.. dreams of being.. dreams of a particular ladies love.. when it's delivered in sleep I feel rewarded. but they put me in as a villain. i think i have so much love for you and when i can't have it , it's expressed as hate. When it's all said and done and we look back on our pasts vision for unknown future .. what was, what is, what we're not sure ever will be..for anything.. I can at least look back and have some reward in my heart for knowing that you exist... but charitable gazes are not reciprocated affinity... and in these worlds.. we are where we are. I've probably always loved you through time. Is the deliverer to be swaddled in overjoy for fantasy of a movie like turn-over.. in his mind? In hopeful ignorance? Or is the reality a sneering lady...rolling her eyes. time says these things don't matter.. as I said and will say until the end, My nights with you in my dreams make the sweetest day .. until we meet again, my eternal wickedly handsome fantastical friend. Your soul as deep as your gaze. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3