She is a kind, positive, and beautiful person. If you have her as a friend know that sometimes when you don't even know they may be hurt by what you said but that they don't will show it. They are very protective and stand up for animals all over the world. I heard that she is good in bed and the most guys are interest it in her but she don't know it. Their favorite color is turquoise and purple. And her favorite animal she hasn't one she loves them all
by DeniseeeP February 24, 2017
fleur is a baddie, she can be kind if you are but if you are rude beware.... If you hate her she hates you 100000x more.. she will be the first one to punch the devil.
by hey....ig June 14, 2021
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by Ronin1234567890- November 11, 2021
'Hi, look at that fitgirl, she looks like Fleur!'
by ZarahStuckenburg2 May 30, 2018
“We’ll run away together, just you and me.” The cliches of red plastic cups, graffitied walls, and endless city lights are constants in his existence. Impulsive, daring escapades—born from the recklessness of youth—define his days. Judging stares and disapproving whispers from adults mean nothing to him; he thrives in the bitter frost of early mornings, feeling utterly free as though destiny bends at his will. His smile is a locked door, silently declaring, You don’t know me. You never will.
An unsolvable mystery, he draws others in with layers of complexity bound by time and wear, each detail enticing the curious to dig deeper. A guitar prodigy with the spirit of a rockstar, his fiery energy flirts with destruction. His aesthetic mirrors his essence: veiny clothing, buffalo Londons, and silver necklaces. He lives in the analog haze of walkman cassette players, and old vinyls, exuding a raw, unfiltered charisma. He is a fleeting yet unforgettable moment—a living enigma, impossible to pin down yet mesmerizing to behold.
An unsolvable mystery, he draws others in with layers of complexity bound by time and wear, each detail enticing the curious to dig deeper. A guitar prodigy with the spirit of a rockstar, his fiery energy flirts with destruction. His aesthetic mirrors his essence: veiny clothing, buffalo Londons, and silver necklaces. He lives in the analog haze of walkman cassette players, and old vinyls, exuding a raw, unfiltered charisma. He is a fleeting yet unforgettable moment—a living enigma, impossible to pin down yet mesmerizing to behold.
by Matthias Fleur December 13, 2024