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    Información general Nombre: Demian [Zhang] Harland Edad: 20 años Fecha de nacimiento: 30 de octubre Género: Masculino Especie: Humano Ocupación: Cajero en tienda de conveniencia, turno noche   Relaciones (*) • Zander Harland - Padre (48). Tiene una relación más o menos cercana con él, aunque nunca le ha confiado nada demasiado...
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  • —¿Estás listo para ir a la cama a dormir? Ya es tarde, debemos madrugar.
    —¿Estás listo para ir a la cama a dormir? Ya es tarde, debemos madrugar.
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  • Solo espero ver pronto a Hugo, deseo hacer muchas cosas con él
    Solo espero ver pronto a Hugo, deseo hacer muchas cosas con él
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  • ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ʟɪᴏɴ
    FRANCIS “FRANK” GIDEON LONGBOTTOM   El Guardián Silencioso        ✦ Datos Personales   ➤ Nombre Completo: Francis Gideon Longbottom     ➤ Apodo: Frank — solo usado por quienes confía de verdad. Frankie — usado únicamente por Alice. ➤ Fecha de Nacimiento: 1960    ➤ Escuela: Hogwarts,...
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  • La serenidad prevalece eternamente
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    Kate Bridgerton

    Le entrego al mayordomo mi abrigo y el sombrero antes de seguir adentrándome más en el interior de casa, justo en la entrada se encuentra mi esposa conversando con dos de nuestras doncellas.
    Espero pacientemente a que termine de hablar con las dos jovenes que asienten a sus ordenes antes de volver a retirarse.
    [Katiekinw] Le entrego al mayordomo mi abrigo y el sombrero antes de seguir adentrándome más en el interior de casa, justo en la entrada se encuentra mi esposa conversando con dos de nuestras doncellas. Espero pacientemente a que termine de hablar con las dos jovenes que asienten a sus ordenes antes de volver a retirarse.
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  • ¡Ayuuuuuuudaaaa!... ¡No puedo detenerme y no quiero caerme!.
    ¡Ayuuuuuuudaaaa!... ¡No puedo detenerme y no quiero caerme!.
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  • —Así se siente trabajar en viernes por la noche.
    —Así se siente trabajar en viernes por la noche.
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  • -Unidos por un hilo rojo...por la eternidad ..
    -Unidos por un hilo rojo...por la eternidad ..
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  • Ya casi se huele la navidad.
    Ya casi se huele la navidad.
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  • Jax Memories,
    21/11/2025.

    >> If I had a Gun… - Noel Gallagher’s

    There’s something heavy about watching a year come to an end… like every day that disappears takes with it a part of me I didn’t know how to hold on to. Sometimes I look back and feel like I lived too fast, left too many words unspoken, too much love unprotected. And that weight… it hits harder when the calendar runs out.

    Closing cycles was never my strength. I always stayed a little longer than I should, always waited for something to change, for someone to return, for the world to give me a break it never planned to give. Some memories don’t burn anymore, but they don’t heal either; they simply exist—shadows that follow me when the road gets quiet.

    And yet… there’s a soft, almost human kind of melancholy in watching a year die. Like life whispering that, despite everything I’ve broken, there’s still a chance to do things differently. Not better… just differently. At my pace, with my scars, with my absences.

    Maybe that’s all I can ask from the road ahead: a little peace in the noise, a moment to breathe without feeling like everything I love is slipping through my fingers. And if that peace never comes, if the road stays rough… at least I’ll know I tried. That even a tired soul can find a small corner of clarity before the next cycle begins.

    Because in the end, that’s what I am: a man still moving forward, even when the past is heavy and the future hurts. A man who looks at the end of the year the way he looks at a sunset—with sadness… but with a quiet hope that maybe, tomorrow, it’ll hurt a little less.
    Jax Memories, 21/11/2025. >> If I had a Gun… - Noel Gallagher’s There’s something heavy about watching a year come to an end… like every day that disappears takes with it a part of me I didn’t know how to hold on to. Sometimes I look back and feel like I lived too fast, left too many words unspoken, too much love unprotected. And that weight… it hits harder when the calendar runs out. Closing cycles was never my strength. I always stayed a little longer than I should, always waited for something to change, for someone to return, for the world to give me a break it never planned to give. Some memories don’t burn anymore, but they don’t heal either; they simply exist—shadows that follow me when the road gets quiet. And yet… there’s a soft, almost human kind of melancholy in watching a year die. Like life whispering that, despite everything I’ve broken, there’s still a chance to do things differently. Not better… just differently. At my pace, with my scars, with my absences. Maybe that’s all I can ask from the road ahead: a little peace in the noise, a moment to breathe without feeling like everything I love is slipping through my fingers. And if that peace never comes, if the road stays rough… at least I’ll know I tried. That even a tired soul can find a small corner of clarity before the next cycle begins. Because in the end, that’s what I am: a man still moving forward, even when the past is heavy and the future hurts. A man who looks at the end of the year the way he looks at a sunset—with sadness… but with a quiet hope that maybe, tomorrow, it’ll hurt a little less.
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