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Lucia Mikušová
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Tuesday 17 January 2023 16:29:26 GMT
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justhoust
Max :
Please god give me a son
2023-01-17 19:29:30
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fantomius007
Johnny007 :
Fck i am😂
2023-01-19 19:46:32
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bxctvz
🏀✝️ :
mid
2023-01-17 20:23:23
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cevy49
Čevy :
looks used
2023-01-17 19:22:16
25
caarlos04d
caarlos04d :
GAWD DAMN I LOVE WOMEN
2023-01-17 20:02:18
87
daniii_557
D :
Noo man
2023-01-19 17:06:48
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enayatmoradi
Enayat Moradi :
Hamstring exercises plz??
2023-01-21 22:34:09
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ahmad_m11
AHMAD :
wow
2023-01-20 18:09:27
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slusnychalanko123
Miloš :
Very nice mommy
2023-01-22 07:04:14
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jv_kxz
joaovitorzetula :
Music?
2023-01-17 19:10:49
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fefeg4l
Lorie 🪷 :
"cortei o cabelo, gostaram?"
2023-01-17 18:06:16
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sheluvcivic
Ian💎 :
Quadzilla
2023-01-17 22:11:26
1
pablo.emilio.m.r
EMILIO.J.M.R :
mucho gusto, me presento, Soy una sandía 🥺
2023-01-17 20:06:47
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user10225579
user102255 :
You know it too
2023-01-18 05:57:53
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rus._.bd
Rus :
Ух 🫡
2023-01-22 15:40:21
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icetea241095
Flo :
Song ?
2023-01-18 12:19:57
2
remcoraaf
remcoraaf :
I have never seen such perfect hammies 😍
2023-01-19 09:33:04
4
dreeafanjul
dreeafanjul :
hammies routine?
2023-01-17 22:20:57
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moondero
moondero :
Mines better
2023-01-17 22:15:55
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frabritzio159
fabrizio :
no ala tentacion
2023-01-17 17:20:03
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hvazquez1999
:
K tiempo y de dicacion y disciplina hermosa 🥰
2023-01-17 17:33:37
1
giova_rod87
Oscar Rodriguez :
Beauty
2023-01-17 18:07:48
1
victorpimentel651
victorpimentel651 :
que bendición
2023-01-19 16:53:31
4
bmen86
Love Room's BLOIS :
really Nice ischios !!!
2023-01-18 21:02:41
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#pov — “breaking the player” (part 11) Rumors have a way of moving faster than the truth. And when it comes to Jeremiah, they never really stop — they just change direction.
This time, towards me. “Uy, Sophie,” one of my classmates whispered as I sat down. “Totoo ba?” I blinked. “Totoo alin?” “Na kayo ni Jeremiah?” My pen froze midair. “Ha?” “Nakita daw kayo kahapon sa library. Tapos sabi nila, lagi ka raw hinahatid.” I forced a smile. “Hindi ko alam saan galing ‘yang kwento mo.” “Eh kasi girl,” another voice chimed in, “si Jeremiah, never naghintay ng kahit sino before.” My heart skipped, but I kept my face blank. “Maybe he’s just being nice.” “Nice?” They giggled. “Sige na nga. Kung ‘yan ang gusto mong word.” I didn’t say anything after that. I just opened my notebook and tried to drown out the whispers.
But no matter how much I pretended not to care, it stung. Because this—this was exactly what I was afraid of. By the time lunch came, Jeremiah found me by the benches outside the gym. “Hey,” he said, sitting beside me. “Bakit parang wala ka sa mood?” “Wala.” “Wala?” he repeated. “Sophie, halata.” I didn’t look at him. “Alam mo bang pinag-uusapan tayo ng buong building?” “Yeah,” he said softly. “Narinig ko rin.” “Hindi mo ba balak itama?” “Tinatama ko naman.” “By smiling?” I snapped. “By laughing with your friends na nagkakalat ng kwento?” He fell silent. The wind filled the gap between us. Then he said, “Akala ko okay lang. Na sanay ka na sa mga ganon.” “I am,” I said bitterly. “Pero hindi pag ako ‘yung pinag-uusapan.” “Sophie—” “Alam mo, Jeo,” I interrupted, voice low, “ito ‘yung dahilan kung bakit ayokong palapitin ka. Kasi kahit anong gawin mo, kahit magbago ka pa, dala mo pa rin ‘yung pangalan mo.” He didn’t argue. Didn’t defend himself.
He just looked down, jaw tense. Then quietly, “So gusto mong lumayo ako?” I didn’t answer. Because saying yes would hurt,
but saying no would hurt even more. For the next few days, he stopped showing up. No morning texts. No coffee cups on my desk.
No presence outside my classroom. The silence I thought I wanted suddenly felt too loud. Yanna noticed. “Hindi ka na hinahatid ni Jeremiah?” “Busy daw,” I said casually. “Busy, o umiwas?” I didn’t respond. That night, I found myself checking my phone — for no reason other than to see his name. But there was nothing. And for the first time, I realized something terrifying. I missed him. Two days later, I saw him again — during another basketball practice. He wasn’t the same. Less laughter, less noise. And when our eyes met from across the court, there was a flicker of something unfamiliar in his face.
Restraint. After practice, he passed by me without saying a word. Just a nod. Just enough to say, I still see you. But not enough to stay. It hurt more than I expected. That night, I finally texted. Sophie:
Ang tahimik mo lately. He replied after a few minutes. Jeremiah:
Akala ko gusto mo ng tahimik. 
Sophie:
Hindi ko sinabing mawala ka. Jeremiah:
Pero ‘yun ‘yung pakiramdam ko nung huli tayong nag-usap. Sophie:
Hindi ko alam. Nalito lang ako. Jeremiah:
Okay lang. Pero Sophie… pag sinabi mong ayaw mo, titigil ako. Hindi dahil ayoko na, kundi dahil ayokong maging isa pa sa mga bagay na nakasakit sa’yo. Sophie:
Hindi ko sinabing ayoko. Jeremiah:
Then sabihin mo kung gusto mo pa rin akong andito. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. The truth was right there, heavy in my throat. But instead, I typed— Sophie:
Goodnight, Jeo. And even if I didn’t say it, he already knew. The next morning, he was waiting outside my classroom again — quiet, steady, no words.
Just that same look that said—“I’m still here. Until you tell me to stop.” And maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want him to. — #jeoong #jeoongedits #jeremiahemmanuelong #fyp
#pov — “breaking the player” (part 11) Rumors have a way of moving faster than the truth. And when it comes to Jeremiah, they never really stop — they just change direction.
This time, towards me. “Uy, Sophie,” one of my classmates whispered as I sat down. “Totoo ba?” I blinked. “Totoo alin?” “Na kayo ni Jeremiah?” My pen froze midair. “Ha?” “Nakita daw kayo kahapon sa library. Tapos sabi nila, lagi ka raw hinahatid.” I forced a smile. “Hindi ko alam saan galing ‘yang kwento mo.” “Eh kasi girl,” another voice chimed in, “si Jeremiah, never naghintay ng kahit sino before.” My heart skipped, but I kept my face blank. “Maybe he’s just being nice.” “Nice?” They giggled. “Sige na nga. Kung ‘yan ang gusto mong word.” I didn’t say anything after that. I just opened my notebook and tried to drown out the whispers.
But no matter how much I pretended not to care, it stung. Because this—this was exactly what I was afraid of. By the time lunch came, Jeremiah found me by the benches outside the gym. “Hey,” he said, sitting beside me. “Bakit parang wala ka sa mood?” “Wala.” “Wala?” he repeated. “Sophie, halata.” I didn’t look at him. “Alam mo bang pinag-uusapan tayo ng buong building?” “Yeah,” he said softly. “Narinig ko rin.” “Hindi mo ba balak itama?” “Tinatama ko naman.” “By smiling?” I snapped. “By laughing with your friends na nagkakalat ng kwento?” He fell silent. The wind filled the gap between us. Then he said, “Akala ko okay lang. Na sanay ka na sa mga ganon.” “I am,” I said bitterly. “Pero hindi pag ako ‘yung pinag-uusapan.” “Sophie—” “Alam mo, Jeo,” I interrupted, voice low, “ito ‘yung dahilan kung bakit ayokong palapitin ka. Kasi kahit anong gawin mo, kahit magbago ka pa, dala mo pa rin ‘yung pangalan mo.” He didn’t argue. Didn’t defend himself.
He just looked down, jaw tense. Then quietly, “So gusto mong lumayo ako?” I didn’t answer. Because saying yes would hurt,
but saying no would hurt even more. For the next few days, he stopped showing up. No morning texts. No coffee cups on my desk.
No presence outside my classroom. The silence I thought I wanted suddenly felt too loud. Yanna noticed. “Hindi ka na hinahatid ni Jeremiah?” “Busy daw,” I said casually. “Busy, o umiwas?” I didn’t respond. That night, I found myself checking my phone — for no reason other than to see his name. But there was nothing. And for the first time, I realized something terrifying. I missed him. Two days later, I saw him again — during another basketball practice. He wasn’t the same. Less laughter, less noise. And when our eyes met from across the court, there was a flicker of something unfamiliar in his face.
Restraint. After practice, he passed by me without saying a word. Just a nod. Just enough to say, I still see you. But not enough to stay. It hurt more than I expected. That night, I finally texted. Sophie:
Ang tahimik mo lately. He replied after a few minutes. Jeremiah:
Akala ko gusto mo ng tahimik. 
Sophie:
Hindi ko sinabing mawala ka. Jeremiah:
Pero ‘yun ‘yung pakiramdam ko nung huli tayong nag-usap. Sophie:
Hindi ko alam. Nalito lang ako. Jeremiah:
Okay lang. Pero Sophie… pag sinabi mong ayaw mo, titigil ako. Hindi dahil ayoko na, kundi dahil ayokong maging isa pa sa mga bagay na nakasakit sa’yo. Sophie:
Hindi ko sinabing ayoko. Jeremiah:
Then sabihin mo kung gusto mo pa rin akong andito. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. The truth was right there, heavy in my throat. But instead, I typed— Sophie:
Goodnight, Jeo. And even if I didn’t say it, he already knew. The next morning, he was waiting outside my classroom again — quiet, steady, no words.
Just that same look that said—“I’m still here. Until you tell me to stop.” And maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want him to. — #jeoong #jeoongedits #jeremiahemmanuelong #fyp
My whole heart 🥹 #corememory #girlmom #sisters
My whole heart 🥹 #corememory #girlmom #sisters

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