── 𝓜ᴏʀʀᴀ ; 𝐅αιтн 𝐀νҽƈ 𝐀мσυя

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤan old pleasure that is entangled ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ in the depths of my heart 🔖☕️𐙚⋆.  a stance that lowers desire. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ──────────── 🪡 ; ──── | a bunch of shiny ㅤㅤㅤㅤ | beads with a warm ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ | belonging of worthy goals. the constant ringing of the cellphone seemed to force you to give yourself confidence, but no one could hear it. It almost takes time for the rapid movement of glass fragments that are accidentally caused by someone's mistake ( momentary memories ). 別れ // parting time. the nineties which was thought to be a place of mutual agreement that reaped anyone among them, the goal for that year was unpredictable, whether they would be together forever or vice versa "time subscription unravels". ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Has a million loves, incarnates and explains the meaning of life literally, full of comfort and affection. ; 1987

"received in a wilted flower that wants to live”

story 12. give me melodious music that invites fragrant flowers to turn into a soul full of hidden strength amidst the warm caress of someone you love! ʚɞ ㅤ ㅤmy name was written on the ㅤ ㅤbook in black ink, looking ㅤ ㅤclosely at the piled-up words ㅤ ㅤabout how this channel was ㅤ ㅤcreated with the love of the ㅤ ㅤpoet. . . 編組 ─────────• by Jhevaniciya Camorra. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

ch actv !

⠀⠀⠀ ౨ৎ .. send-mail-love!♡ click. the girl has a lovely face with soft white skin, long black hair and beautiful eyes. when she is in the sun she is so beautiful that everyone will be mesmerized by her. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

⠀⠀⠀ the girl is very lovely she is also a polite and graceful person.♡ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

▏living in the name of love, for whatever my heart ▏deeply loves. until all the stories are finished in one ▏night, and in the cold light these feet are running. the ▏longer the time, the dust penetrates the light to know ▏your name.           

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

. . .   this is not a place, i tried to hide your name   . . .                  i breathe for you, I am still alive though       sometimes the birds talk about who you love. ◜flowers always bloom, leaves fall. your stories flow and the ground breaks. light is everywhere, dust can penetrate it to know your name. and everything ends, when your name is shouted to the empty silence. ◞

     a day of love, finding the house so    pretty with the colour combination of white with pink glowing and the sunlight    coming through the windows adorned      with delicate curtains on the edges.    ────      ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖   𐙚   ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖      ────      the clean sofa, the softness that can be felt even with the eyes. the fragrance of flowers and soft colours fills the senses. perhaps the birds with their melodious voices are perched on the fence in front of the window, accompa nying the beauty of the house that looks so elegant. like poetry written by pretty women.

           she lived in a little enchanted circle            of beauty and romance.

.. ⋅˚₊‧ 𔓘 ‧₊˚ ⋅  a lovely garden adorned with colourful, ablaze flowers. pink and white roses are scattered amidst the leaves and thin stems, the wall being a suitable for it..              the pink rose whispers of passion,             and the white rose breathes of love;            𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖  they live in peace and quiet life, also the wind blows on them to make the atmosphere more heavenly. the brisk air makes anyone's hair slushy like silk, the redolence of roses is scattered around the garden of a well-maintained house. a walk in the garden makes the day more entire, because everything there makes the eyes get a bonny light.