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venusiansim · 9 months ago
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Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive! - Sir Walter Scott, 1808
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thedopestromantic · 8 years ago
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JAckson 5 - I’ll Be There
Just Call My Name :)
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venusiansim · 9 months ago
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Tropical Villa, Tomarang
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venusiansim · 9 months ago
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Although it was the most popular destination around this time of year, Romilly had no interest traveling to Tomarang. Despite Tasmin’s persistent invitations, extolling the country’s beauty and culture, Romilly declined under the pretense that she was up to her neck in work. Tempting as it may have been, her cousin had a tendency to exaggerate.
Now that her lover wanted to visit Tomarang, she supposed that it was now time to see what the hype was all about.
“When do we leave?” At her question, Manon peppered kisses all over her face, eliciting a smile from Romilly at the onslaught of affection.
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thedopestromantic · 8 years ago
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Class Driven Beauty
She ignites the soul, .a muse at last, fiery inspiration.. to think a feel things of 
generations past. Genuine at last, the taste is sweet...in imagination and 
nothing more, for the reality remains untold. In hope be strong and in love be 
bold. If the test is of time, I shall not fold. Patience escape me not, her smile 
causes angels to sing,wedding bells to ring...all assured by a simple look, for 
heave nor time could conquer her beauty. Poisoned by the radiant glow she 
wears, like beauty dare not be spoken out of reference to her... her reverence, 
her worth. The decorum of a goddess, the fragrance of only the most diving 
lotus. Beautiful chocolate skin so polished by lotions, notions a few. Her name 
sits on my tongue like the consoling leaf holds the morning dew.
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