𐘃ㅤ: When counting "1, 2, 3"
still remains the finest alphabet I should utter. reflecting on the grandeur of the heart bells you bestow upon me. revering the fragments of fragrance ingrained, weaving hopes that increasingly become destiny.
still remains the finest alphabet I should utter. reflecting on the grandeur of the heart bells you bestow upon me. revering the fragments of fragrance ingrained, weaving hopes that increasingly become destiny.
June 11, 2024 at 12:27 PM
𐘃ㅤ: When counting "1, 2, 3"
still remains the finest alphabet I should utter. reflecting on the grandeur of the heart bells you bestow upon me. revering the fragments of fragrance ingrained, weaving hopes that increasingly become destiny.
still remains the finest alphabet I should utter. reflecting on the grandeur of the heart bells you bestow upon me. revering the fragments of fragrance ingrained, weaving hopes that increasingly become destiny.
──── 𝑽𝑰𝑰 ⋆ the pupils of his eyes are like darkness in a niche, both bitter and enticing; he is a true revolutionary. avoid plummet for his enchantment, nor know that you'll comes out from his bed the next day.
June 11, 2024 at 12:21 PM
──── 𝑽𝑰𝑰 ⋆ the pupils of his eyes are like darkness in a niche, both bitter and enticing; he is a true revolutionary. avoid plummet for his enchantment, nor know that you'll comes out from his bed the next day.
<click-click> hit the button after taking a peek in the mirror. the outcomes are really attractive, don’t they? truly adorn this mirror, and the outcomes are never disappointing.
June 11, 2024 at 12:10 PM
<click-click> hit the button after taking a peek in the mirror. the outcomes are really attractive, don’t they? truly adorn this mirror, and the outcomes are never disappointing.