ㅤsilhoutte: 🩻⠲ㅤvol. 1998
(architecture of the unkempt)
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ㅤas the traffic lights bleed red and gold
across his face, he finds a solitary bench.
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he doesn’t belong to the polished glass towers or the hurried suits; he belongs to the grit, the late-night diners, and the echoes between buildings.

/ 럭비; 11

faint white lines across
his knuckles, trophies
of a physical life. ⓘ .. 🏈

 

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Memories Preserved in Jars.
Glass beads reflect the light all over again,
as do the stray butterflies in the air.
#TimeForGFriend ๋࣭ ࣪ ༊


For the sake of feeling and remembering the benignity of long-cherished memories, they recalled the space they had long preserved. The key that held all their longing—although their souls were no longer in tandem, as each soul had taken its distinctive path.


𓆩 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⟡ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𓆪
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Good night, cayiance. Aku udah update, kalian udah? 😜👆🏻