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@leeaanton
All eyes turn as he RIIZE.
Anton Lee.
Born March 21, 2004
Joined June 2023
Replying to @influencser@asakunra | Greetings, Fluens! Saatnya kenalan sama yang paling ganteng ini. Kalau misal kita collab/buat konten bareng, kira-kira konten apa yang ingin kalian buat bareng gua?
- Replying to @theflawsclub@asakunra | Salam kenal, Flaires! Siapa udah siap bonding 1000 tweet perhari sama Nathan? Untuk memulai, kasih tau dong satu barang/hal yang kamu gabisa hidup tanpa itu
- With the sun beaming down on us, our backpacks felt like they held nothing more than air. Hand in hand, my brother and I kicked off our spontaneous adventure, the urge to explore everything in our path.
- Streets are saying taking pics with the blurry effect is totally a thing these days (it won’t wreck our handsomeness, though)
- Biking through the morning hours, the steady hum of my bicycle’s wheels mingles with the lively melodies resonating from my earphones. Bathed in sunlight, every push of the pedal feels like a harmonious dance with the world.
- These snapshots aren’t just pictures on a screen. With every click, we’re nailing down bits and pieces of our adventure. The sweat-soaked tees, the goofy grins, the moments when we’re just giving each other that look that says, “We’re in this together, no matter what.”
- Replying to @influenccer@asakunra | Lagi jalan-jalan, tiba-tiba ketemu cafe yang keren banget. Ternyata mereka punya milkshake yang segede gunung! Gua ngobain yang strawberry dan chocolate, gila sih porsinya bisa buat berdua. Ada yang mau sharing sama gua?
- In case you spotted me signing the posters at the exhibition back then, yes, it was me for sure.
- As I stood there, I could feel the countless eyes fixed on me. The center of attention, I stood there, taking measured sips from a refreshing stream of tap water. The secret glances were like an invisible embrace, and the sun’s warmth coincided with the ease on my face.
- As I stroll through the town’s streets, a sense of timelessness envelops me like a comforting embrace. The guitar rests against my fingertips, a symbol of attachment. The distant wail of a siren’s call reaches my ears, and I stand unaffected.
