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@Suwlyoon
‘📖’ wi’NING 𓁼 the eyes of everyone heart’s.
- I looked into this jar and saw something strangely familiar… scaly, cold, emotionally unavailable… oh wait, I was looking at my past situationship in liquid form. At least this snake didn’t pretend to be ‘different.’ (╯°□°）╯︵ 🐍 “stay preserved, king.”
- Midday madness but make it ✨Parisian pretty✨ Running on deadlines & desserts—just a happy girl romanticizing her own life~ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
GIF - While you’re waiting on replies, I’m busy making the stars shift their sparkle schedule. Princess life? You could never.
- Did I ask to be this cute? No. Did I wake up like this? Always. Pretty runs in my code. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ They call me baby, but I’m born to stun.
00:00 - She’s not soft for comfort. She’s soft like velvet wrapped around steel. They’ll try to name her, claim her, tame her— and fail. Because she was never theirs to begin with.
- You said you’d be my hoodie in a world of drafts... now I’m out here zipped up, alone, pretending the wind is romantic and not just rude. This isn’t healing, it’s character development. (╥﹏╥)🧣 Netflix lied. This isn’t cute.
- (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑ 🥢) Serving looks while waiting to be served. Karina unnie and I didn’t order patience, we ordered food.
- Find your light, fix your crown, and walk away from anything that messes with your mood~ (≖ᴗ≖✿) You’re not hard to love—they just lacked taste. So catch up, queens—let's glow without 'em!
- He said ‘You’re too much’—and I said ‘Exactly’ (๑˘︶˘๑)♡ Being soft doesn’t mean I’m weak. Try me~ ( •̀ω•́ )σ Heart cute, clap back cuter (ง ื▿ ื)ว”
- 📚, i said ‘meet me where the pink pens are’ if he knows, he knows. if not? next. cute girls don’t wait, we annotate (๑•̀‧̫•́๑)ノ
- This is what it looks like when a girl minds her business, hydrates, and protects her peace. I’m not searching, not chasing, not proving. I’m just here, showing up as her—soft and strong, with a heart full of dreams and a closet full of confidence.
- They put her in white like it meant silence. Like the color could erase the fire inside her. But she never needed to shout to be heard. Her softness was armor, and every gaze that tried to define her only made her stronger. She’s not their fantasy. She’s her own force.
