A vida não é gentil.
 A Hospedeira.  (via m—yself)
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"Darling, hold me in your arms the way you did last night put your open lips on mine and slowly let them shut for they’re designed to be together,with your body next to mine our hearts will beat as one and we’re set alight, we’re afire love"
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