repetition’s love is in truth the only happy love. like recollection, it is not disturbed by hope nor by the marvelous anxiety of discovery, neither, however doesn’t have the sorrow of recollection. it has instead the blissful security of the moment.

nir = no ingest ramadan

he is me. he is you. he is us.

such a love hate thingy with ts one

برای مادرسونیک

true lmao

why would they miss the panties☹️☹️