@nelle.georgetine: Crispy vleesworst 😋 De lekkerste vleesworst kan je bij @Mkay_mk vinden in su 🇸🇷ik heb maar een halve kilo over 😫 Ik weet niet waar jullie in nl per kilo vleesworst kunnen kopen,maybe kunnen jullie me ook linken 😘 #crispyvleesworst#vleesworst

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gaisje7
Gaisje💕 :
Dame ik ben op dieet🤨
2026-09-24 21:10:15
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.missabel
Lil miss Abels babe :
Ey a.u.b. blokkeer me ik wil niet zien 😔
2026-09-24 20:34:08
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altagraciabelfor2
altagraciabelfor2 :
recept voor die sauce graag
2026-09-25 08:16:20
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king69diablo
King Diablo :
ik heb geprobeerd he! maar bij stap 1 kwam inene pistoletje en zuurgoed tevoorschijn😝😇
2026-09-25 17:57:57
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mkay_mk18
Mkay_mk :
Dankje babe. 😍👌
2026-09-24 20:32:40
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sharon.sha.wee.we
Sharon Sha Wee Wee :
ook als Broodbeleg..heerlijk
2026-09-26 02:54:04
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bruja123450
Bruja12345 :
Sang ! Ga ik maken gran tangi
2026-09-26 16:04:45
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😍😍😍
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Advent; the forest had always been there it stood beyond the last fields an enormous wall of black trees whose branches interlocked so tightly that daylight seemed reluctant to enter no one in the nearby village went there after sunset no one knew exactly why then one autumn evening the animals began leaving dear emerged from the forest in great numbers stumbling into the fields with bloodless eyes birds abandoned their nests foxes crawled beneath porches and refused to come out and every night from somewhere deep among the trees came the loud sound of something breathing not an animal something enormous the village elders called it an omen they were wrong It was an advent the first person to see the demon was a wood cutter named Lars he had entered the forest looking for his missing brother he followed footprints through the wet leaves until the abruptly stop beside an ancient tree there carved into the bark were the words it is coming home Lars heard a twig break behind him He turned nothing then another sound came from the darkness a whisper his brother’s voice lars he nearly collapsed with relief where are you behind You Lars turned again his brother stood behind the trees but something was terribly wrong his body was impossibly tall his arms nearly hung to the ground and his face was hidden beneath tangled black branches growing from his skull like antlers Lars it whispered again then the thing smiled it’s mouth open far beyond the limits of a human jaw Lars ran he heard the demon following behind him not walking growing trees cracked apart behind him as roots tore through the Earth branches snapped something enormous dragged itself between the branches laughing with a voice that sounded like hundreds of dying people all speaking simultaneously Lars reached the edge of the forest he looked back The demon stood beneath the trees it did not pursue him instead it raised one long hand every tree behind it bent towards the village that night the forest began moving roots erupted beneath houses branches smashed through windows black vines crawled across rooftops and from the darkness came the demon it walked slowly down the village road wearing Lars’s brother’s face behind it came the forest trees uprooted themselves and followed the villagers fled but there was nowhere to go the demon stopped in the center of the village it looked toward the sky then it spoke your world has forgotten the old darkness the ground trembled I have come to remind it the trees surrounding the village suddenly burst into flame not orange but a cold colorless fire the demon lifted both arms every shadow in the village rose from the ground the villager screamed as their own silhouettes detached themselves and walk towards the creature one by one until nobody cast a shadow anymore then the demon laughed by morning The village was gone only the forest remained and the trees had grown impossibly tall travelers sometimes pass that place and hear voices among the branches sometimes they hear their own names sometimes they hear loved ones calling from deep within the woods but the oldest warning remains carved into a stone beside the abandoned road do not answer the forest because the demon does not need to chase you it only needs you to invite it closer and every autumn when the leaves begin to fall the forest grows a little farther a little darker a little nearer waiting patiently for the next advent#opeth
Advent; the forest had always been there it stood beyond the last fields an enormous wall of black trees whose branches interlocked so tightly that daylight seemed reluctant to enter no one in the nearby village went there after sunset no one knew exactly why then one autumn evening the animals began leaving dear emerged from the forest in great numbers stumbling into the fields with bloodless eyes birds abandoned their nests foxes crawled beneath porches and refused to come out and every night from somewhere deep among the trees came the loud sound of something breathing not an animal something enormous the village elders called it an omen they were wrong It was an advent the first person to see the demon was a wood cutter named Lars he had entered the forest looking for his missing brother he followed footprints through the wet leaves until the abruptly stop beside an ancient tree there carved into the bark were the words it is coming home Lars heard a twig break behind him He turned nothing then another sound came from the darkness a whisper his brother’s voice lars he nearly collapsed with relief where are you behind You Lars turned again his brother stood behind the trees but something was terribly wrong his body was impossibly tall his arms nearly hung to the ground and his face was hidden beneath tangled black branches growing from his skull like antlers Lars it whispered again then the thing smiled it’s mouth open far beyond the limits of a human jaw Lars ran he heard the demon following behind him not walking growing trees cracked apart behind him as roots tore through the Earth branches snapped something enormous dragged itself between the branches laughing with a voice that sounded like hundreds of dying people all speaking simultaneously Lars reached the edge of the forest he looked back The demon stood beneath the trees it did not pursue him instead it raised one long hand every tree behind it bent towards the village that night the forest began moving roots erupted beneath houses branches smashed through windows black vines crawled across rooftops and from the darkness came the demon it walked slowly down the village road wearing Lars’s brother’s face behind it came the forest trees uprooted themselves and followed the villagers fled but there was nowhere to go the demon stopped in the center of the village it looked toward the sky then it spoke your world has forgotten the old darkness the ground trembled I have come to remind it the trees surrounding the village suddenly burst into flame not orange but a cold colorless fire the demon lifted both arms every shadow in the village rose from the ground the villager screamed as their own silhouettes detached themselves and walk towards the creature one by one until nobody cast a shadow anymore then the demon laughed by morning The village was gone only the forest remained and the trees had grown impossibly tall travelers sometimes pass that place and hear voices among the branches sometimes they hear their own names sometimes they hear loved ones calling from deep within the woods but the oldest warning remains carved into a stone beside the abandoned road do not answer the forest because the demon does not need to chase you it only needs you to invite it closer and every autumn when the leaves begin to fall the forest grows a little farther a little darker a little nearer waiting patiently for the next advent#opeth

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