XVIII the angel’s t.me/MengMow ♡, Morning Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with ᜔ׂ ׅ { Don't copy anyth in this channell }
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[02:33 am.] 🌠🧣🐈⬛️ all winter long, the last easy–bruised. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ˖* ⋆｡˚strawberry moon etched onto meadows, and i beweep lonesome with my outcast state. when the love swollen: i possessed.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ