[𝘜𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘳, 𝘌𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢—𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐'𝘥 𝘨𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘸? 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. - Hal Strider, 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 #poetry #writing #original ]
Kult: +65
Kull: +40
Total: 105
Ratio: 1.63
Chittr Gold™
This user has Chittr Gold™!
Did they seriously pay for this?
What a chump.
Patron
A certified moneyspender. Thanks for supporting the site!
#sotalented #myboyfriend #<3 #wow
Kult: +5
Total: 5