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originalmoonkid · 2 days
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What is your name?
Ishaaan
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originalmoonkid · 3 days
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In the story of our love life , there blooms no demand, my heart knows only the language of equality, where neither kneel nor submission find a place.
My love will never demand, for you to kneel or submit, before a disillusioned man, in the bloodstained cloak, of his devoted congregation, a sinful slave to a papal pope.
European Reformation
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originalmoonkid · 3 days
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Wanna die like irfan khan
Wanna disappear like Imran Khan.
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originalmoonkid · 3 days
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is your name Raahil?
Noo..
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originalmoonkid · 3 days
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I guess I exaggerated it by calling you my lost brother since my eyes are brownish black.. But it appears to be completely brown when I am under the sunlight
hey, whether your eyes are brownish black, completely brown, or even if they turn into disco balls under the sun, you're still my honorary lost twin.
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originalmoonkid · 3 days
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are u single and up for auction
If you're up for revealing your true identity and stepping out of the shadows, I'd be more than happy to tell you everything .
Let's trade anonymity for authenticity hahaa
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originalmoonkid · 4 days
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everyday when i cook for myself i feel like i need a person who can listen to my whole day bak-bak while i cook.
do you ever just want someone to come over and sit on the floor with you for a few hours
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originalmoonkid · 5 days
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aur kitni post like karni padengi tumhari taaki tum mujhe notice karo?
Bhai I'm curious to know the genius behind this 😳
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originalmoonkid · 5 days
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You have pretty brown eyes like me.. Are you my lost brother?
Oh, really? Does that mean we're eye-twins separated at birth?
Well, if our eyes are twinning, we must be long-lost eye siblings! 😄 But seriously, now I'm curious... who's the eye doppelgänger out there is ?
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originalmoonkid · 5 days
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I think we have the same eye color hehehe<3
Well, if our eyes are the same color, then we must have an unbreakable eye connection!
Hahaa😂
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originalmoonkid · 6 days
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It's hard, you know? It's hard to let go of the you I painted in my mind, the you who could do no wrong, the you who was my solace in a world of chaos.
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originalmoonkid · 10 days
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Somedays i feel like that We all deserve a goodbye that's more than just a fleeting moment. We deserve a chance to say the things we've been holding back, to express our love, and our regrets. We deserve closure, a sense of resolution that allows us to move forward without looking back with unanswered questions lingering in our minds.
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originalmoonkid · 13 days
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Butterflies and Spark are more likely to mean "bad nightmare" than "the one".
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originalmoonkid · 18 days
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originalmoonkid · 19 days
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To love someone wholly is to embrace there imperfections as basic parts of who they are, It is to hold their hand through the storms and rains , to kiss their scars with love, and to stand by them as they navigate the maze of their emotions.
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originalmoonkid · 22 days
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Somedays I feels like I am homesick for the home I never had. It's a longing for a place that exists only in the fragments of my imagination, pieced together from whispers of nostalgia and dreams,but  In this pain there lies a bittersweet truth - that sometimes, the homes we crave are not made of bricks and mortar, but of unspoken wishes and unfulfilled promises, haunting us with their absence.`
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originalmoonkid · 23 days
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Somedays I feels like I am homesick for the home I never had. It's a longing for a place that exists only in the fragments of my imagination, pieced together from whispers of nostalgia and dreams,but  In this pain there lies a bittersweet truth - that sometimes, the homes we crave are not made of bricks and mortar, but of unspoken wishes and unfulfilled promises, haunting us with their absence.`
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