Gunslinger, πππ«ππππ₯π₯π.
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hii guys, i decided to leave this world. thankyou for being my fams, my friend, my bestie, and thankyou for all the things that we've been through together, all the experience, happiness, sadness, and laughing together. i love you guys, see you again.
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βLove, Carabelle Turner. π
hiii moots, due personal reasons so i decided to deleted my account and take a rest for a while. ill be back & please dont unsubscribe this channel. π
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+1The high noises,
The great voices,
They of the sky In the clouds wrangle,
Jar it and jangle,
Till Death shall die.
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Leonidas.
istg, this is the greatest songs ever from slank.
if my future husband can't vibe with me while listening to Arctic Monkeys then i don't want it.
The bustle of the zephyr be fond of bouyant wishful dwam while the horizon is penetrating the recollections in white and dirtess cloud coils. Despair quickly swept the cosmos. I, Carabelle Turner, among The Folk of Supernovaβ Spirits soar on the breeze to the heavenly song in the calestial ππππ ππ πππ πππππ which will be performed live at @WEEKFEST on September 2nd. The reflected light from a scattering of white cottons that reveals the universe in all its serene, gorgeous simplicity and candor. "πΎππππ πͺππππππ πͺπππππππππ πππ
πΉππππππ πΊπππ π¨ππππ" encapsulates the ethereal enchantment that awaits.
+4ΰ¨ΰ§ β
Φ’ Λ β One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impair'd the nameless grace which waves in every raven tress or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
the same song on repeat,
you can call me anything you want.
+2god gave me the power of losing interest in 0.1 seconds
+6As the morning sun painted the sky with hues of gold, the horse emerged, a graceful silhouette against the dawn, its mane dancing in the gentle breeze.
