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Love is a complex game of desire and obsession, a mesmerizing dance between hearts that can simultaneously uplift and devastate. It's the intoxicating rush that courses through your veins when you catch a glimpse of someone who sets your world on fire. It's that insatiable hunger that keeps you up at night, yearning for more of their touch, their presence, their essence. It's when every stolen kiss becomes a stolen moment of ecstasy, every whispered secret a tantalizing promise of forbidden pleasure, and every heated glance ignites an inferno of passion that consumes your very soul. It's the kind of love that keeps you coming back for more, no matter how dangerous or destructive it may be, as if you're addicted to the very person who both exhilarates and torments you. It's the intoxicating allure of a love that exists on the edge of reason, where pleasure and pain become inseparable, and the line between right and wrong blurs into oblivion.
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Love is a complex game of desire and obsession, a mesmerizing dance between hearts that can simultaneously uplift and devastate. It's the intoxicating rush that courses through your veins when you catch a glimpse of someone who sets your world on fire. It's that insatiable hunger that keeps you up at night, yearning for more of their touch, their presence, their essence. It's when every stolen kiss becomes a stolen moment of ecstasy, every whispered secret a tantalizing promise of forbidden pleasure, and every heated glance ignites an inferno of passion that consumes your very soul. It's the kind of love that keeps you coming back for more, no matter how dangerous or destructive it may be, as if you're addicted to the very person who both exhilarates and torments you. It's the intoxicating allure of a love that exists on the edge of reason, where pleasure and pain become inseparable, and the line between right and wrong blurs into oblivion.
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The bustle of the zephyr be fond of bouyant wishful dwam while the horizon is penetrating the recollections in white and dirtess cloud coils. Despair quickly swept the cosmos. I, Sebastian Rockefeller, among The Folk of Supernovaβ Spirits soar on the breeze to the heavenly song in the calestial ππππ ππ πππ πππππ which will be performed live at @WEEKFEST on September 2nd. The reflected light from a scattering of white cottons that reveals the universe in all its serene, gorgeous simplicity and candor. "πΎππππ πͺππππππ πͺπππππππππ πππ
πΉππππππ πΊπππ π¨ππππ" encapsulates the ethereal enchantment that awaits.
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I hold space for people who sin differently from me. I'm not, like, "My sins are better than yours", or, "My sins are more acceptable than your sins." It's ridiculous how we favour our own sins while we all dance with different demons. We are afraid of another's demons when we ourselves have our own. So, I hold space in me for those who sin differently from me, because it is those imperfections in their own stories which have painted them the colours that are their own. The same way I have been painted in my colours, they have been painted in theirs.
May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?
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