anamaria

funny beautiful girl who is super loud and outgoing and loves to have a good time. she has a big booty and loves her best friend and would do anything for her. she dosent do relationships but every one wants to date her
anamaria is amazing
a girl who is amazing, in every way shape and form. she knows how to be honest and caring. anamaria’s are ussally beautiful. they know how to have a good time, but are mostly just chill.
beautiful girl is an anamaria
a term in many hispanic cultures for a person who wears especially splendid hats. it originates from the marquesa de anamaria, a n-blewoman renowned throughout spain for her seemingly endless collection of fantastical head garments.

also, slang for “morning” in some puerto rican neighborhoods in chicago, as in, “ai, i had to wake up at five in the anamaria today just so i could have some peace and quite before hector woke up!”
with the setting sun streaming through the egret plumes atop her head, the condesa waved away her eighth suitor of the evening. letting out a heavy sigh, she reflected on the days of her youth, years spent in filth, years of rolling in muck with the family hog and eating unwashed boniatos for dinner. how had she risen to such great heights, in a matter of only four years, no less? catching her own reflection in the mirror opposite her, she gazed at the silk, the velvet, the pearls. what had changed? she may have grown up in squalor, but her parents had always made sure that she was clothed in the finest garments. she was certainly cleaner, but she was no more beautiful than she had been when she lived in her family’s hovel in the chicken yard. and yet … something was different. as she struggled to put her finger on the change, a tiny feather drifted down from above her head and settled precariously upon the tip of her nose. of course! she exclaimed, back home i wore a hat made of straw, until the day i found the overturned carriage and took the feathered hat from the dead lady’s head! that’s what is different, that’s why the men dote on me so!

with that, the condesa flung her gem encrusted slippers from the balcony and turned, setting off toward the awaiting jungle, toward the future that awaited her, condesa de cuidad de méxico, ana maria of new spain.