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emmahltd
Emma 💕 :
This summer is definitely going to be one for the books! Can’t wait to see how everything unfolds.
2025-06-17 15:58:47
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yaboiziggi1
Ziggi ⎊🦖 :
There is 1 thing that would make this summer peak. Another season of Cobra Kai
2025-06-23 11:35:26
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gabriel_miami
Le G 🇫🇷🇵🇱 :
Song name plsssss
2025-06-18 07:39:24
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malachii_28
Malachi :
4 days of school left
2025-06-19 18:08:58
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jsp.artii
￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴￴￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ :
Guess what
2025-08-14 13:15:54
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hmadi.am
HMADI :
W edit bro 🔥🔥
2025-06-17 17:57:49
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namelesslyz
Donut :
Goat of cobra edits
2025-06-17 15:47:27
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yonatan36531
🇬🇹Yonatan🇲🇽 :
Fr
2025-06-17 15:44:55
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kennyaep7
✞『Kenny』✞ :
PEAKK BRO !!🔥
2025-06-17 17:50:20
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icarus.grk
Llaredd- ϟ 🕸 :
Early
2025-06-17 15:47:04
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firestar_tiktok
Firestar :
Fr me and my friend 😭
2025-06-19 06:01:02
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quentinmakila
Yan Makila :
See u got inspired g
2025-06-18 10:55:54
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e1ven67
𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝟏𝟏. :
Fr
2025-06-17 15:51:17
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lukas_gaming
Folie-frite4 :
19eme comme
2025-06-17 15:50:26
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ardaerekin
ARDA🍂🕊️ :
ilk
2025-06-17 15:46:27
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ana.cecilia.restr7
zedanilo :
recordemos por que corrían y que paso luego??
2025-07-02 06:25:18
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sebxzz21
Kael :
first
2025-06-17 15:48:02
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sibel.mehmeti
𝐒‘🌺 :
Always😉
2025-06-17 15:45:26
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Un_Random :
FIRST
2025-06-17 15:44:53
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2025-06-17 15:45:33
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kylian80259
kylian :
premier commentaire
2025-06-17 15:44:36
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nasreenakhtar791
Nas1 :
But this on 2x speed
2025-08-09 11:12:08
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There’s something so powerful in love… It endures so many changes between two people. All of the growing, the hurt, the tumbling, the rock-on-rock that creates the dull glow of a polished something… and how many times has it happened before? How many times have people loved one another only to die in passing, to fall into the obscurity of a life-well-lived. There are so many plethoras, these vast arrays of collections of the smallers… grass in a field, trees in a wood, bees in a hive, grains in the sand, droplets in the ocean. And all of these, all of this, mass, somehow comes down to two people who love each other through so much trial, tragedy, triumph. And someone always leaves first, someone always goes through to the other side. I have lived so longingly for love, that I forgot myself in the process, and became an idea of what I hoped love should look like. But that’s not life. You grow and you see who you are, and one day you realise you’re an entirely person to all the insecurities you thought were you. And there’s something so humbling in how small you can feel when you’re really you. That vulnerability is offered to someone else who, for no known reason, takes it. Love is a precious, sweet thing. It blooms and in some seasons bears such fruit, and in others while it’s quiet, you tend. You till the land, you prune, you graft, you change and you grow. And by the time this life is done, you have been a million people, had a million thoughts, and lived a million lives. Love brings this out of all of us. I don’t know, there’s so much I don’t know. #mrskelly #life #art #writing #Love

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