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ㅤ the mask of self-deception was no longer a mask for me it was a part of me. night lifted it laying bare the stifled truth below; but there were none to see. ㅤ

Joined March 2024
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ㅤ ##༄ ° ∘ where the 𝐒̲𝐇̲𝐀̲𝐃̲𝐎̲𝐖̲𝐒̲ of thoughts「𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍」 in the afternoon。☾ / ☽ #FATERP. #OCRP. #MVRP. ㅤ
ㅤ ༊*·˚ this is the thing that 𝒕͟𝒓͟𝒐͟𝒖͟𝒃͟𝒍͟𝒆͟𝒔͟ 𝒎͟𝒆͟, for i cannot forget ✧.┊ 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖔𝖘𝖆 —— where ✱ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 hang in the heavens. ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒‗‗‗ ㅤ
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ㅤ Sluuuuurrp. Chup chup chup. Slurp nam nyam nyam. ㅤ
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ㅤ Buh. Um. Beautiful I uh. [ where does he start. lifting stumperella up, planting kisses to scrap sections. does he bring up her weight loss? girls don’t like that, right? ] Chu. There there, you did so good. Did uh. Chu. Did you do something with your hair, too? Chu. * 😊 ㅤ
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ㅤ Where does someone find a good meal, these days? * 💭 ㅤ
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ㅤ Wah? Jeez — what terrible luck, it looks like a good brand. . ㅤ
Unfortunately, she’s on her last one. 💧
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ㅤ “Mm? Only wondering. You looked deep in thought.” ㅤ
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ㅤ She must have one or two to spare, right? ㅤ
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ㅤ “Doesn’t it? It’s always full of such. . thoughtfulness. Communication. Maybe it’s the presence, the surroundings, but it’s such a unique, isolated range of flavour. .” Thoughts drifted away a while, then returning with a few nods snapping attention back to the present. ㅤ
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀❛ Well ,, I'd be more thsn happy to try anything you cook if you ever did ! As much as I love the market ,, home cooked food always tastes cozier ♪ ❜ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀Oh ,, she finally noticed such a stack of coupons ! ⇘
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ㅤ A new view was as much a treat as any meal. Head turned with the direction of her gesture, as if expecting to catch sight of the market already. “Oya? Why not, sure. I’ve always got an appetite, terribly enough — but even the sight-seeing alone could be a little fun.” ㅤ
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ㅤ I get this guy SO well. ㅤ
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ㅤ Just as tilt reaches its final angle, breath gasps and cheer swells. Whichever the reason, he takes it to mean what he wants most — reason and frivolity enough to pounce upon her with an unabashed embrace. ㅤ
⠀⠀ head tilt. as if subconsciously, akin to that of a learning child—— or a being that woke up a century after birth, or a being that was stripped away from their initial body & was compelled against their wishes ( .. ) or. or. she just likes to copy him. ⠀⠀
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ㅤ There’s no need to strain herself; his preference is whatever words come most natural to her. Of course, for now, he’s a bit too besotted to hear any. . .He’ll cling just a biiit longer, buying that automobile a bit more time. Nod-nod-nod. ㅤ
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ㅤ Taken aback a moment, awe struck him like sunlight; she’s taken on some of his mannerisms. That’s a very natural, living form of poetry. At least it feels pretty strong. * ✨ ㅤ
⠀⠀ blink blink. poetry? not her strong suit, despite it being along the lines of beauty itself; red shoes said so! ⠀⠀
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ㅤ Awawa, that’s. . well — maybe just the door, he can always have that replaced, but the prospect of being protected is too fascinating to refuse. Besides, he’s been gawking at Glass Slippers for too long to not want to see what it does. ㅤ
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ㅤ There it was; that twitch he’d been looking for, eliciting a cheerful, nigh-innocent smile — shaken off with an inhale burning relief’s end bright. “What do you dream about?” ㅤ
⠀ Eye twitching, it seems he was more than intent to test how thin her patience could be stretched. "Like what, huh?" Crossing her arms, she waited. Impatiently, but waiting. ⠀
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ㅤ “Nooo. But, it can’t hurt knowing you’re willing to help.” Always some intent or another behind his actions, it seems; that or an excuse, hidden behind quiet eyes. He fails to catch it. All the same, he picks the thing up shortly. “‘Sides, I had harder questions.” ㅤ
⠀ . . . . 💧"So I'm a replacement lighter now?" Surprisingly, she's so baffled by this that she's not about to blow up on him. With a rather annoyed sigh, a finger moved to the end of the cigarette - lighting it. It was flicked towards him, not caring if he caught it. ⠀
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ㅤ U — uweh. . even if it’s funny? She’s such a poet, it’s totally uncalled for; he’ll turn that broken arm to palm and cover his face. * ♨️ ㅤ
⠀⠀ she would never. it’s not beautiful to scoop so low & belittle someone for an accident! besides.. his pain is hers, and hers his. ⠀⠀
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ㅤ Car doors are really heavy, and he was in a rush, and. . ㅤ
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