Rubii:
Does anyone wanna play Truth or Dare?huh huh?
Wallace:
I wanna play Truth or Dare
Rubix:
Me too.
Wallace:
Okay >:3 I start first.Rubii Truth or Dare?
Rubii: DARE :D
Wallace:
I dare you to let me lick your arm
Rubii: *Blushes and grinds* No.
Wallace:
If you don't let me
then imma dare you to eat dukey.>:3
Rubii: Ughh fine.
*Takes out arm*
Wallace:
*Sticks out toungue and licks Rubii's
arm*
Rubii:
*Grinds and shuts eyes**blushes*
Oh c-c-rap..
Rubix:
Oh my god.
Wallace:
Mmmmm eheh *kisses arm and licks it*
Rubii:
HEYY!!THATS ENOUGH!*Pushes Wallace with her arm*
Wallace:
Ugh fine.
Rubix: Ahahah XDD
Rubii: >:)
Wallace: -_-;
Does anyone wanna play Truth or Dare?huh huh?
Wallace:
I wanna play Truth or Dare
Rubix:
Me too.
Wallace:
Okay >:3 I start first.Rubii Truth or Dare?
Rubii: DARE :D
Wallace:
I dare you to let me lick your arm
Rubii: *Blushes and grinds* No.
Wallace:
If you don't let me
then imma dare you to eat dukey.>:3
Rubii: Ughh fine.
*Takes out arm*
Wallace:
*Sticks out toungue and licks Rubii's
arm*
Rubii:
*Grinds and shuts eyes**blushes*
Oh c-c-rap..
Rubix:
Oh my god.
Wallace:
Mmmmm eheh *kisses arm and licks it*
Rubii:
HEYY!!THATS ENOUGH!*Pushes Wallace with her arm*
Wallace:
Ugh fine.
Rubix: Ahahah XDD
Rubii: >:)
Wallace: -_-;
I amor the humble silence of this street,
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, por looking at the leaves
whether Fall or Winter have settled their realm.
I amor the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming música of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, por looking at the leaves
whether Fall or Winter have settled their realm.
I amor the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming música of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
