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Shakespeare’s doyen bestowed upon mystique & equanimity. Protégé of the silver screen à la Victorian epoch; dolled up in pre-raphaelites haze.| MDNI, 21+.
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Soaring through the azure skies of a graceful land where goddesses were once the reigning monarch upon. We will never go out of style.
Soaring through the azure skies of a graceful land where goddesses were once the reigning monarch upon. We will never go out of style.
December 5, 2024 at 2:52 PM
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Soaring through the azure skies of a graceful land where goddesses were once the reigning monarch upon. We will never go out of style.
Soaring through the azure skies of a graceful land where goddesses were once the reigning monarch upon. We will never go out of style.
Friday of blues and classic rhythms with some practice to get in touch. Most of the times, I string along some notes that I believe it’ll match the character I am striving to play and helps me connect to provide with an accurate depiction onstage or on TV. Quiet times.
November 30, 2024 at 12:59 AM
Friday of blues and classic rhythms with some practice to get in touch. Most of the times, I string along some notes that I believe it’ll match the character I am striving to play and helps me connect to provide with an accurate depiction onstage or on TV. Quiet times.
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Underneath temples, where imagination floats, for how they have seen our beauty that has soared upon. Flashlight glistens as the first descend of snow, yet the world crumbles to a touch they have never behold.
Memories being made by the wonderful Henry Grossman.
Underneath temples, where imagination floats, for how they have seen our beauty that has soared upon. Flashlight glistens as the first descend of snow, yet the world crumbles to a touch they have never behold.
Memories being made by the wonderful Henry Grossman.
November 28, 2024 at 5:38 PM
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Underneath temples, where imagination floats, for how they have seen our beauty that has soared upon. Flashlight glistens as the first descend of snow, yet the world crumbles to a touch they have never behold.
Memories being made by the wonderful Henry Grossman.
Underneath temples, where imagination floats, for how they have seen our beauty that has soared upon. Flashlight glistens as the first descend of snow, yet the world crumbles to a touch they have never behold.
Memories being made by the wonderful Henry Grossman.
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Abiding muse and starlet rising to 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒎.
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑
‘ If I could’ve the power to decide would be to be my own persona without relying on someone else’s shadow or merit for the linkage we could have.’
Abiding muse and starlet rising to 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒎.
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑
‘ If I could’ve the power to decide would be to be my own persona without relying on someone else’s shadow or merit for the linkage we could have.’
November 22, 2024 at 5:07 AM
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Abiding muse and starlet rising to 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒎.
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑
‘ If I could’ve the power to decide would be to be my own persona without relying on someone else’s shadow or merit for the linkage we could have.’
Abiding muse and starlet rising to 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒎.
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑
‘ If I could’ve the power to decide would be to be my own persona without relying on someone else’s shadow or merit for the linkage we could have.’