for my own part, i have never had a thought which i could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which i conceived it. there is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet i have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. these fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. only at epochs of most intense tranquility, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. and at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. and so, i captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream.

Life is life

I love porn

Mother I Love Me (MILF)

May i fuck you perhaps

Önüncü nesil normal dıbına koyayım

little little into to middle

I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

Ar yu kola ?

fuck u bitch

Fuck you i am different bitch

so whats a problem? let's do it quick.

Hello my name is name

Have you Ever been to Bayburt?

I dont love you because you're lier whatever time to go Little Bastard

Your mother fucker

Hello madir fakir wat sap mannn

if you kiss me ı fuck you

Me neither him love you , you little fucking bastard.
Also your BEA hates you to , otherwise why should she use you just like a crappy dog you cunt?

Your mom likes fuckers