Status Updates From Last Words from Montmartre

“My sorrow, my day upon day and night upon night of relentless grief is not for the mess the world is in, and it’s not for my own mortality; it’s for my delicate heart and the wounds it has had to endure. I grieve for all the suffering it has endured.”

Que intensas las lesbianas (si fuera un hombre daría mal rollo)

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