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Frankie and Lynz


aaaw piccolo Frankie.


Mh, ma ciao... 

Certe cose, in queste condizioni... Noooo, anzi: yeahhh ♥
Ho trovato su Facebook questo giochino carino carino. Sinceramente, non capendo bene l'inglese non sono riuscita a gustarmelo appieno, comunque l'ho trovato grazioso <3.
Pru ♥ - uniamoci a Frank nel salutare l'universo di Gerard.
Pru ♥ - okay, qua nulla di porco (più o meno...) trovo che sia una cosa dolcissima.
Pru ♥ - no, dico, ne vogliamo parlare?
Pru ♥ - quanto amore per lei? eh, quanto? Bellissima Lynz.
Oddiomio ma quanto è bella Lynz? quanto? Tanto.
Pru ♥ - primo piano del volto di Lynz. 


Pru ♥ - aaaw, è bellissima sia bionda che mora.
Pru ♥ - amoreamoreamore.
Pru ♥ - fuck, bellssima. 
Okay, sto diventando monotona però dai, che le puoi dire?
Questo è il racconto di una ragazza che ha incontrato Lynz:

My 20 minuets with Lindsey Way
hoping LynZ was go
ing to come out of the bus, then she walked around the other side of the bus and saw me then said “I know you!” and I was like :O “I’m jennyjazzhands” and she said “I do know you” then I got all teary and she stroked my hair and kept hugging me.

I walked behind her over to the bus so she could sign my ticket for me, then I went to walk over the road and she grabbed my hand and pulled me over into the side of the road/bus with her and she said “Jenny you are the sweetest” then hugged me again and she said “You are always the one defending me when a hater has something to say and I am so grateful and so glad to finally meet you” then I told her how perfect she was and she said “I’m certainly not perfect” then started hugging me again
and we spoke for quite a while.
its fair to say she is one of the most perfect people ever. 

Ha un tattoo sulla pancia solo che ancora non ho capito cosa sia...



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