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Hand kissing is sacred, high romance and I think we need to revive it
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my goal in life is to be my own sugar daddy
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The actual smell of rain comes from plants. When plants are in drought they produce oils in replacement for waters. When the time comes and it finally starts raining the plants get their needed water and they release these oils in the air and the smell of that oil is what we call smell of rain
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idc if you fuck with me or not. just be consistent on the side you chose
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can my life be a dreamy french movie with roses and moonlight and vintage perfume and art im tired
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I’m after a bridge into a better place, a door or a window. I’m done living where the air doesn’t reach. At this point if there’s a crack in the wall it’s worth it and I’m climbing. I used to think there was no way out. Then I realized I wasn’t looking hard enough for an exit. I’ve scrambled enough my nails are bleeding. But I think it’s the sun I’ve been seeing.
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