thirteen never looked this lucky 🍒 standing bold in crimson confidence, she’s not just serving looks—she’s rewriting the rulebook of cool. with a smirk that says “i know im trouble,” and hair that could headline its own show, she’s got game, glam, and a whole lot of attitude. this isn’t just a jersey—it’s a statement. and she? she's the whole headline. 💋

Packed light, dressed chill — ready to get lost in a new place. Let’s go! 🎒🗺️

hii crowie! 🖤

Yeah, aku mau test. Dia mau aku atau mau cash. But she know that im the best. Udah pintar ku gausah les. Dia suka baju hitamku celana camo ku. Kalo kurang asik kita putar lagu. Lagu siapa? Ya lagu aku. Kalo duet ya sama kamu.

Beneath the grain of city walls and amber dusk, she lingered—mid-step, mid-glance—a siren wrapped in monochrome, where raven waves fall like spilled ink, and her gaze cuts through silence like gold through smoke. Each tilt of her frame was less a pose, more a rebellion carved in denim and noir. A quiet storm in still motion.