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Quiet doesn’t mean defeated.

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@CasaDupre 😭

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@zeudiners Silly babes of you.. Don’t you ever relate Zeudi’s name w/ your figure.

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It’s always the ones who couldn’t handle someone else being loved out loud that start writing manifestos about principles. You managed a fan page, not a resistance cell. Calm down.

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@DrakeRaiju @zeudidipalma Silly babes of you

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@MiGenteLatinoZ Do you want me to relate my name to your figure????

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Every time she types it feels like we all lost a few collective IQ points.

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can someone translate this because wtf is she saying😭

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@rochinhA848 It’s a little cute 🥹

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Les lasagners is like the right wing of #Zeudiners?

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@TheWanderer532 Seems like they are Zeudi supporters who are more on tiktok 🥹

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@giovanna13164 But that’s cute 🥹🥹🥹

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@Ifollowcutebit1 ❤️❤️

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@StefaniaYeah @krankenmedicine We need to see more of you!!

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Chill babes lol

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@rachele_caps A mini heart attack just seeing the words cavallo and Zeudi in the same sentence

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20 million taps. 700k margins twice. Historians won’t breathe when they see the graphs, empires have risen with less, elections have been decided with less, religions dream of less. And still thousands kept leaving plates half-eaten, alarms unanswered, lovers forgotten, whole lives suspended just to watch Zeudi practice her English, just to watch her laugh. A love story so obscenely large it makes literature look underfunded, philosophy look half-finished, prophecy look predictable.
A red moon rises each time her name flickers on a screen and under it #Zeudiners move like their lives depended on it, and in a way that’s the truth no one wants to admit.
Look at the numbers look at the margins look again and again until it sinks in: millions collapsing into a single name: @zeudidipalma.

Anyway I’m not exaggerating.. oh I am, I will, and it’s still nowhere near enough.

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ZEUDI GANADORA ✨

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Something heals in me every time I see her unwrap a gift. The child who once had to part with her toys so her mother could get by now opens packages sent from every direction, each one saying without needing to say: you are worth it, simply as you are.
It is less about the objects than the correction, the way time sometimes gives back what it stole too early. Watching her receive feels like watching a debt finally paid in kindness.
And the best part is she doesn’t even have to ask anymore. The world just keeps sending offerings.

Anyway, I’d send one too, but I’d rather hand-deliver mine and watch her face myself 😏

#zeudiners

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@eyaeya_uh_oh @zeudidipalma Dw babe, cringe is universal lol. I can’t read half the things I wrote without wanting to vanish either, but that’s just the tax you pay for being genuine. Still, yours has a weight mine never quite manages ❤️❤️❤️

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Buonasera, @zeudidipalma,

It is Thursday night and the bottle is empty before I noticed it happening. I poured it like it was routine, but wine never stays routine. It pulls at things you thought you had left behind, brings them up raw and unfinished.
Faces return. Moments half-lived. Words left hanging in the air with no one to claim them. They show up sharper than they should, like unfinished business waiting to be settled…

Do we drink to remember, or do we drink to forget. I am not sure anymore. Maybe I was never sure. And somewhere in that noise I always find myself asking the same question: if I stripped away everything I have built, the work, the masks, the rehearsed versions of me, would there be anything left worth keeping. Or am I just a collection of habits and half-decisions, polished enough to look like a person.
It is a cruel thought, but wine does not allow for gentle ones. Memory has its own rules, and tonight it did not care about mine. It gave me back what I did not ask for and took away the little I thought I still had. A glass becomes a bottle, a bottle becomes confession. I type slower than usual, I miss letters, but the words insist on arriving.

And somewhere between the remembering and the erasing I found myself thinking of you. Which makes no sense, you were never the subject of any of these ghosts. Yet here you are at the bottom of the bottle, scribbled into the margin. If the sentences stumble, blame the wine. If they reach you, blame yourself for being far too beautiful to forget, even in my most questionable moments.

#Zeudiners

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@eyaeya_uh_oh @zeudidipalma Show me?