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philip :

doubt

2020-04-13 18:02:31

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Celine💙 ⁷ :

I missed this sound so much :(

2020-04-13 17:56:10

32

Ryan Lin :

@ryanlinlive plug vibez

2020-04-13 22:01:21

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jessica :

我去牛逼

2020-04-13 21:22:15

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jjuto :

This vid hit diff

2020-04-13 18:54:14

4

luvvqels :

I like your nail varnish 🥺👉👈

2020-04-13 18:29:59

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LaChImOLaLA :

does he reply?❤ 😥🤔

2020-04-14 14:02:35

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mh :

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

2020-04-14 03:53:27

2

monniiii_♡ :

să nu ma muști

2020-04-13 19:21:31

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ssolonzz :

I almost had a heart attack 😩( bc I scared)

2020-04-14 07:59:27

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kamal :

you want a cookie? 🍪

2020-04-14 12:06:54

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daria :

@kl4vd1409 o tym soundzie mówiłaś?

2020-04-13 18:38:02

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aireen :

I'm 220th

2020-04-13 17:58:42

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Sara Alonso Garcí643 :

I got early hiiii💜

2020-04-13 17:56:22

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🌑 :

im in 😍

2020-04-13 19:06:18

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Veronica :

wait- woah 😳😭

2020-04-13 20:57:59

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. :

hi :)

2020-04-13 17:55:30

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ele :

can you pls replay?❤️❤️❤️❤️🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤

2020-04-13 17:55:28

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raa ˚ ༘♡ ⋆ :

1 minute can i get a notice from u👉🏻👈🏻

2020-04-13 17:55:27

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. :

He not innocent no more

2020-04-20 03:16:03

1

Jessyka_Savage :

My heart boy ;-;😳

2020-04-14 13:36:44

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Sammy 👑🦋 :

Only 2 mins ago!!!!

2020-04-13 17:57:20

1

카 리 엄 은 멍청 하 다. :

Philip is the bad dog and Ryan is the good dog

2020-04-13 17:57:53

1

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The Pink Nightgown By Dena Danielle As I rounded the corner in a sweet little antique shop, I heard the softest whisper. “I deserve to be seen.” I paused. Where was that coming from? There were so many treasures in this shop, each with its own quiet energy. A few voices mumbled this or that ~ but none pulled on my heart like that one. A voice full of longing. Ache. A voice that hadn’t been heard in a very long time. I began scanning the treasures, asking each one gently, “Was it you?” I touched the ones that allowed me to. Honoring them. Letting them know that they were still beautiful. Still wanted. Still worthy of love. And I hoped someone would come along and see them soon! After all, every item here had been discarded. Outgrown. Replaced. Maybe they were too worn. Too old. Not shiny enough. Not new. But they still held beauty. They still held stories. And here they sat, hoping to be adored again. If I let myself, I would’ve gathered them all up in my arms and rushed to the counter crying, “I’ll take them all!” But I knew that wasn’t my mission today. I reassured them softly ~ “Your time will come” ~ and continued to scan the space, drawn toward the booth where the whisper was strongest. And then I saw her. Oh my goodness. How could I miss her? For there she was in all her glory. A beautiful pink vintage nightgown! I gasped! “I see you,” I whispered. I didn’t care what anyone thought of me. I was in awe of her. She had clearly seen so much of the world… and yet she was still breathtaking. Still radiant. How had no one seen her? Why was she still hanging there, longing to be seen? So many people must have passed by her just today. I had no way of knowing how long she had been here. I lifted her gently from the hook, my fingers brushing her softness. She was filled with magic. Dreams were stitched into her seams. Desires still clung to the delicate ecru lace at her edges. Her sleeves were double~lined as if she had learned to be strong. She had lived through so many days…and so many nights. I held her up to the light, and a beam of sun poured through her sheerness. She was translucent ~ but not fragile. Soft ~ but not weak. She reminded me of an era where romance and feminine beauty were celebrated. Not something that was reserved for a special occasion, but embraced as every day life. A time where beauty was not a luxury, but a deep need within the feminine heart. I gently brought her close to my body as I turned to the nearest mirror. The little girl in me wanted to twirl under the stars. The Goddess in me wanted to lay on a bed of pink rose petals. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips started to sway back and forth. I was admiring my reflection in the mirror when the gown began to speak… “Thank you sweet friend. For truly seeing me. For making me feel wanted. For desiring me! For seeing the beauty that I still possess. Not because of the shape of my sleeve or my size. But because I exist. I am here, therefore I deserve to be seen and adored.” After that exchange, I knew I had to bring her home with me. (And let’s be honest…she wasn’t going to stop whispering until I did!) I gave her a warm bath, a good cry and showed her all around my magical pink world. Now her spirit is restored and she’s excited for the adventure. She’s ready to wrap you in softness, whisper to the deepest part of you, and remind you that simply by existing… You are worthy of being seen. And while this may be the end of this little tale, it’s only the beginning of her next story ~ a story only the one who chooses her will ever truly know. (Feel free to check my Etsy shop in my bio to see if she’s still available…)

The Pink Nightgown By Dena Danielle As I rounded the corner in a sweet little antique shop, I heard the softest whisper. “I deserve to be seen.” I paused. Where was that coming from? There were so many treasures in this shop, each with its own quiet energy. A few voices mumbled this or that ~ but none pulled on my heart like that one. A voice full of longing. Ache. A voice that hadn’t been heard in a very long time. I began scanning the treasures, asking each one gently, “Was it you?” I touched the ones that allowed me to. Honoring them. Letting them know that they were still beautiful. Still wanted. Still worthy of love. And I hoped someone would come along and see them soon! After all, every item here had been discarded. Outgrown. Replaced. Maybe they were too worn. Too old. Not shiny enough. Not new. But they still held beauty. They still held stories. And here they sat, hoping to be adored again. If I let myself, I would’ve gathered them all up in my arms and rushed to the counter crying, “I’ll take them all!” But I knew that wasn’t my mission today. I reassured them softly ~ “Your time will come” ~ and continued to scan the space, drawn toward the booth where the whisper was strongest. And then I saw her. Oh my goodness. How could I miss her? For there she was in all her glory. A beautiful pink vintage nightgown! I gasped! “I see you,” I whispered. I didn’t care what anyone thought of me. I was in awe of her. She had clearly seen so much of the world… and yet she was still breathtaking. Still radiant. How had no one seen her? Why was she still hanging there, longing to be seen? So many people must have passed by her just today. I had no way of knowing how long she had been here. I lifted her gently from the hook, my fingers brushing her softness. She was filled with magic. Dreams were stitched into her seams. Desires still clung to the delicate ecru lace at her edges. Her sleeves were double~lined as if she had learned to be strong. She had lived through so many days…and so many nights. I held her up to the light, and a beam of sun poured through her sheerness. She was translucent ~ but not fragile. Soft ~ but not weak. She reminded me of an era where romance and feminine beauty were celebrated. Not something that was reserved for a special occasion, but embraced as every day life. A time where beauty was not a luxury, but a deep need within the feminine heart. I gently brought her close to my body as I turned to the nearest mirror. The little girl in me wanted to twirl under the stars. The Goddess in me wanted to lay on a bed of pink rose petals. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips started to sway back and forth. I was admiring my reflection in the mirror when the gown began to speak… “Thank you sweet friend. For truly seeing me. For making me feel wanted. For desiring me! For seeing the beauty that I still possess. Not because of the shape of my sleeve or my size. But because I exist. I am here, therefore I deserve to be seen and adored.” After that exchange, I knew I had to bring her home with me. (And let’s be honest…she wasn’t going to stop whispering until I did!) I gave her a warm bath, a good cry and showed her all around my magical pink world. Now her spirit is restored and she’s excited for the adventure. She’s ready to wrap you in softness, whisper to the deepest part of you, and remind you that simply by existing… You are worthy of being seen. And while this may be the end of this little tale, it’s only the beginning of her next story ~ a story only the one who chooses her will ever truly know. (Feel free to check my Etsy shop in my bio to see if she’s still available…)

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