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@matriarchofshoe

“𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 e̴r̴a̴s̴e̴ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮.”

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-🌸❝Mamá y papá me cantarán una canción de cuna? ¿Por favor? It's beautiful...❞ • #CocoRp 🌸Ocs αяє ωєℓ¢σмє🌸 • иσт иєω тσ αиутнιиg •ωιℓℓ яρ ωιтн αиуσиє❣️ • ℓσσкιиg fσя мαιиѕ, need parents!! 🌸ятѕ fσя тнє dulcєt, pєquєnα níñα σf hєctσr αnd ímєldα rívєrα?🌸

-🌸❝Mamá y papá me cantarán una canción de cuna? ¿Por favor? It's beautiful...❞

• #CocoRp
🌸Ocs αяє ωєℓ¢σмє🌸
• иσт иєω тσ αиутнιиg
•ωιℓℓ яρ ωιтн αиуσиє❣️
• ℓσσкιиg fσя мαιиѕ, need parents!!

🌸ятѕ fσя тнє dulcєt, pєquєnα níñα σf hєctσr αnd ímєldα rívєrα?🌸
ᎷᏗᎷᏗ  ᎥᎷᏋᏝᎴᏗ (@matriarchofshoe) 's Twitter Profile Photo

An young, willful woman was ambling through an crowd of La Plaza De Santa Cecilia, trying to get an glimpse of an particular man who she came there for. Once her eyes laid on her novio at last, strumming serenely on stage, her heart raced and butterflies fluttered. @LostMusiica

ᎷᏗᎷᏗ  ᎥᎷᏋᏝᎴᏗ (@matriarchofshoe) 's Twitter Profile Photo

“ Es solo un juego sin sentido, mí amor. “ She rolled her eyes playfully and ruffled his long charcoal hair before glancing at what’s all the fuss about on the small screen. x.com/lostmusiica/st…

ᎷᏗᎷᏗ  ᎥᎷᏋᏝᎴᏗ (@matriarchofshoe) 's Twitter Profile Photo

A young, headstrong woman ambles alone through the streets of Santa Cecilia, she inhales sharply before letting her voice mingle into the midnight breeze. “ 🎵 Me subí al pino más alto, llorona, a ver si te divisaba Como el pino era tierno, llorona, al verme llorar, lloraba...”

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‘ But she had a thousand storms in her heart and they are all stirring at the same time... and they are always moving, searching for something, like they, too, have been aching for a home ‘ — r.m drake

‘ But she had a thousand storms in her heart and they are all stirring at the same time... and they are always moving, searching for something, like they, too, have been aching for a home ‘ — r.m drake