Mrenoir Nude Leaks
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My favorite shorts might be yours too [oc]
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dancing in the sunlight [oc]
I bet we can have a lot of fun if we stay home
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are you gonna help me? [oc]
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âBetween the click of the light and the start of the dreamâŚâ [oc] [f]
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This is the look youâll get when you first wake up đ¤ [oc]
"what matters most is how well you walk through the fire."
âTo build up a library is to create a life. Itâs never just a random collection of books."
âThere are too many books I havenât read, too many places I havenât seen, too many memories I havenât kept long enough.â
Poetry is the way I (f)uck you when youâre gone
âand Iâm building memories on things we have not said...â
âMelancholy is a sensual pleasure that is deliberately provoked. How many people shut themselves away to make themselves sadder, or to weep beside a stream, or choose a sentimental book! We are constantly building and unbuilding ourselves.â
first post here đ¤
âmy face is red from reading your red lipsâŚâ
read me your favorite book
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âIâm the space between what Iâd like to be and what others made o[f] me.â
âEvery book is an image of solitude. It is a tangible object that one can pick up, put down, open, and close, and its words represent many months, if not many years, of one manâs solitude...â
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âTake me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do youâ [oc]
"nothing can match in lenght those limping, dreary days..."
do you like my skirt?
