I see the ambitions you cover in the pocket of the script I choose to like the way you joke with them I try to sign my sign is unmarked Free poetry is born without the need to conceive, is it? We read

Hello, all How are you today? May be healthy always and full of spirit. Appropriate title, this time I want to discuss about the saturated taste that often come up in our daily life .. Hmm .. Full? Saturated

Challenge the words. Make some ears must still sound taboo. But for some others yah already dianggep usual anyway. Well nah .. Free sex yqng I discuss here specifically for teenagers. Yes I press again.

Hello ~ all good morning. hope you guys are in good health. Many reasons indeed, but .. Surely you often find social media accounts that do not use original photos like anonymous account. Everyday I and

Selamat malam, selamat menunaikan shalat tarawieh. Seorang suami menyesal setelah berpisah dengan istrinya, lalu dia menelpon istri tercinta. "Sayang, maafkan aku. Aku mau rujuk padamu." Istrinya

Selat pagi sahabat komunitas semua. Semoga ibadah puasa kita dalam tahun ini diterima di sisi allah swt. Pastinya kita dalam kadaan sehat semua. Oya saya ingin bagi ceritani. Semoga bisa terhibur ya. Maklum

I know I'm not the one who gave you the money I realize I'm not capable of meeting your needs I know myself not me who you hope and you rely on If a day duahari you get bored at home Do not you see me?

it is the most beautiful pearl of all time .... like fragrant flowers all day long ... the light on his face, like moon ... beautiful eyes, like do not want to get out of his sight beautiful eyeballs ...

We do not need to be someone else, we simply become ourselves. If we should compare enough to compare ourselves today with yesterday's self, which should be better, because if not better then the loss

Shadow recalls coming back On the blazing daylight that burns the eyes Running occasionally to allow a smile Cheerfully brings the imagination I once held Stumble down and fly The wind came with a dark

Maav when the writing is messy. this is the first writing of an artist. at least this paper wants to tell stories Good morning...? greetings from the paintings in the corner of my room and some of my own

I have experienced it, a love story that is not delivered. Not for fear of revealing, but because I was afraid he accepted my love. If you do not believe in yourself, yes, I have that weakness, but I am

When the rain spread a smile on the roof of the house You are honored captivated by dawn, refracting orange Instantly silent, yet warmly stared The rain began to hum after a ghastly expulsion You are quietly

The wingspan of our wings is getting weaker The aurora night is slowly pitching The night kidung nun boisterous mutually blustering ramaikan dark We can not reach the destination, honey Too short-sighted

I can see you at the end of the road, slowly disappearing and not reaching the radar as hard as you are after you, but as if the universe is not good to me not you I meet, but he is past I've ever missed

I do not speak I'm invisible But I'm there Can be felt in the chest Can make you smile and fly into the sky Make you lull and reluctant to let it go I am a kind of magic they call Love. You... The beautiful

Women reflect on the moon Sweeping in the night His shoulders are all over the stars and firefly fireflies in dim eyes Legs slowly soot up the embankment The liver begins the rising wound What are you

and how to cure it. Drugs only have to go through the village to avoid mistakes in consuming it. Therefore, my father asked me to go to the medical school, so I can use the knowledge I get for the villagers.

Slippery trail mounts The creek creeps up Dog howls like a shade I'm getting confused The wind blows the valve The face is obviously nervous Eyes fainted I may not be able to The natural voice greeted

I do not know how long I've been sitting on this chair. no matter how good my attitude and whatever circumstances surrounding me, anyway tetep aja there is half my heart that cry. losing echi is really