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2004, fevehearth softened by insurgents.

34th Street
Joined June 2019
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see u when I see u, guys. ♥︎
Replying to @SerenitysClub
Unfortunately, @ Mirju has checked out of the club due to personal reasons. Take care, and we hope nothing but the best for you.
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eonni sudah kembali dari peristirahatan panjang ya <ngabarin>
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Replying to @SerenitysClub
Quick notice: “@Mirju will be temporarily checking out from July 17 to July 21. We can’t wait to welcome you back to the party!”
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Replying to @THEUNRLS
Dissident @Mirju is stepping away for 5 days. Enjoy your time off and see you soon!
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the lights in fukuoka still linger somewhere between my sleeves, like tiny stars that forgot to go home. every smile I borrowed tonight found its way into my pocket, folded carefully beside little thank yous I couldn’t say enough.
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thank you, Gllit, for filling this city with such gentle warmth. I hope whenever I remember Fukuoka, it arrives wrapped in your voices, soft as the last glow of sunset resting on white ribbons.
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today lives inside my dad’s camera now.
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the camera flash scattered across the dark like tiny fireflies, and suddenly the ordinary became something worth keeping. I like to imagine these photographs will grow softer with time, collecting the warmth of our little drives and all the words that never needed to be spoken.
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my new in ear arrived wrapped in white wires and a tiny pink heart, carrying songs that drift through the room like dust catching sunlight. suddenly even ordinary corners begin looking like places where little miracles stop to rest for a while. ♥︎
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perhaps every backstage has its own constellation.
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the room smelled faintly of hairspray and powder, but somehow all I could think about was moonlight folded into satin ribbons in my collarbone. my reflection looked softer than the last, like the mirrors had agreed to be kind for once.
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Aphrodite looked at me as if she knew every version of my heart. “you’re pretty and sweet,” she said, and I carried those words home without needing permission.
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someone forgot to tell the sunlight that it didn’t have to follow me everywhere.
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maybe every city has its own sky, but tonight Osaka borrowed yours. it sparkled every time I looked into the crowd, as if hundreds of tiny stars had decided to stay awake just a little longer for us. ♥︎
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I don’t think I’ll remember the stage first. But, I’ll remember your eyes, your voices, and the way the night kept becoming brighter because you were there. thank you for writing such a beautiful page with us today. I’ll come back to it whenever I miss this feeling.
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I let Not Cute Anymore play while sharing some tiny pink macarons with the afternoon, and somehow even the silence tasted sweet. tell me, what has your holiday been tasting like lately? is it as sweet as the macarons in my hands?
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some gifts arrive so quietly that they settle into the heart before they ever reach your hands. this one tucked itself between pink balloons and little smiles, as if the room had been saving a gentle corner just for me. thank you, Glint, for trusting me and for this lovely gift.
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sometimes I wonder where magical girls go after the story ends. perhaps they leave behind jars of candy on white floors. perhaps glitter stays caught between their fingers for days. perhaps their hair keeps a little sunlight tucked inside it, long after the sky has gone home.
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today felt a little like that. soft. sweet. shimmering around the edges. as though I had wandered into a dream halfway through and decided to stay until the last sparkle disappeared. 🍬
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