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Ig: dibujitosparadedicar

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Nota mental: Enamórate cada día de ti, se tu mayor fan.

Dea

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A alguien en algún momento le vas a encantar, así de rota, así de loca, así de compleja, así de sencilla.

Dea

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“Vayamos al infierno, porque puede que en el cielo no esté permitido todo lo que mi mente fantasea hacer contigo.”

— (via textosnocturnos)

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“Tienes la magia de poder tocarme sin ponerme un dedo encima.”

— (via textosnocturnos)

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Si supieras cuántas noches me quedé pensando en esto, y lo mucho que me dolió aceptar que sí, que me estaba destruyendo por un poco de amor.

Shmebulock

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“La mayor lección que aprendí este año fue a no forzar nada: conversaciones, amistades, relaciones, atención, amor… Las cosas forzadas no merecen la pena. Lo que fluye, fluye; lo que falla, falla. Las cosas son como son..”

— Rosa ❤️

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El planeta Tierra me quedó muy chico, por eso vivo en la luna y duermo en las estrellas.

Dione

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El día que aprenda a ser solo de mí, a amarme completamente. Ese día cariño, seré toda tuya.

-Porque ya fuí mía-

-Amelia

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¿pose sexual favorita?

Cuando soy prioridad y no opción

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“Soy lo que necesitas y más.”

— Mi ego (via textosnocturnos)

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“A mi si me gustaría que te quedaras conmigo.”

— A.

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씬 플리츠 (sk) | 21,000원

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“Serías lo que anhelo en la noche y no tengo en mis días.”

— (via textosnocturnos)

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NCT Dream When You Say You’re Cold

Renjun shrugs teasingly, and comments on how you should’ve brought a jacket. You frown, and cross your arms tightly in a futile attempt to stay warm, until he reaches over with a sigh, beckoning you to give him your hand. You slap it in his begrudgingly, but do find yourself growing warmer as he gently squeezes your hand. When you peek over, you can see the tips of his ears growing pinker, but he insists that’s just because he’s cold too. That’s not true in the least, going off the glowing warmth of his hand, but you decide to let it slide.

Jeno bear hugs you immediately as though it’s the most natural thing in the world to do, embracing you a little too tightly in his strong arms. He presses his cheek to yours, marveling at how it feels like ice against the heat of his, and scolds you for not speaking up sooner. He presses kisses all across your cheek down to the crook of your neck, his lips making you shiver with their warmth. He rubs his hands on your arms and tries to have as much bodily contact with you as possible in an almost primal attempt to warm you up quickly, which it does, but more from blushing than anything else.

Haechan doesn’t even respond when you mention you’re cold, but you don’t mind, having said it with no ulterior motives. A second later, though, he’s sliding the jacket from his shoulders and slinging it around you smoothly without a word. It’s still cozy inside from when he was just in it, the scent of his cologne lingering, and no matter how much you protest that he should keep it, he zips it up until it covers half your face. He smiles at the sight, and doesn’t even shiver during the rest of the night. After all, he’s fine with the cold- he just brings a jacket for you.

Jaemin pouts with worry when he sees you shiver, and seeing your slightly purple fingers certainly doesn’t make him feel any better. He cups your hands in his, brings them close to his lips, and exhales on them again and again, his warm breath bringing feeling back to your numb fingertips. He beams proudly when he realizes it’s working, and gets even more eager, puffing air into your palms so quickly his own face gets red. It’s so endearing to watch his efforts, and as you watch him, pink nose and all, you wonder how one person can be so sweet.

Chenle thinks hard about what to do when you say you’re cold, since he didn’t bring a jacket either. You’re both a little unprepared for the chill of the night. After a bit of pondering, he holds out his hands, and you reach out eagerly to take them. That is, until he swings them away to press them to your face, making you flinch at their chill. You glare, disappointed in yourself for expecting anything less, and counterattack right away, hugging him and sliding your icy hands onto his back. He squeals, and you laugh and bicker amiably until you realize you’re all warmed up.

Jisung is at a bit of a loss. He doesn’t know if there’s a right answer in this situation. The options blur together in his mind as he debates giving you his jacket, giving you a hug, holding your hand, until he can’t manage to choose any of them. Wordlessly, he decides to just unzip his coat and invite you inside. The moment you accept his offer, he realizes how much more embarrassing this is than any of the other choices. Still, when he hears the way you sigh blissfully at his warmth, he throws his arms around you and hugs you gently, happy he was able to help you.