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Tandatangani Petisi
Tolak Kembalinya Dwifungsi melalui Revisi UU TNI
The last time I brought up Indonesia and talked about the issues in roleplayers with my closest ones, some of you got salty—sending us all the anonymous messages, talking shit to your little circle of friends (I know, don’t be surprised). Acting like I was ruining your little fantasy world. Guess what? I’m gonna do it all over again. Stay mad. I’d rather care and speak up than sit pretty in ignorance like most of you here.
Stop being ignorant. This does affect your life—yes, even your fangirling, your little hobbies, your carefree laughs. Everything. So open your eyes and go fucking educate yourself about what’s really happening in this country you live in. Because one day, you’ll regret turning a blind eye—and by then, it’ll be too late. Too late to fight back, too late to fix anything, and all you’ll have left is the bitter taste of regret knowing you chose silence when your voice actually mattered.
Stop being ignorant. This does affect your life—yes, even your fangirling, your little hobbies, your carefree laughs. Everything. So open your eyes and go fucking educate yourself about what’s really happening in this country you live in. Because one day, you’ll regret turning a blind eye—and by then, it’ll be too late. Too late to fight back, too late to fix anything, and all you’ll have left is the bitter taste of regret knowing you chose silence when your voice actually mattered.
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A little late update from my last day in Paris—that day felt slow, the kind of slow that lingers. I spent the whole morning until the sun slipped into the afternoon just lying in my hotel room, tracing the patterns of light on the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the city outside. Nothing on my schedule, just me and my thoughts. But in case you’ve been missing my face… here’s a little mirror selfie, snapped lazily from the bed. Do I still look cute in this outfit? Maybe, maybe not—but I felt soft, and that’s enough. Au revoir, Paris, for now.
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A little late update from my last day in Paris—that day felt slow, the kind of slow that lingers. I spent the whole morning until the sun slipped into the afternoon just lying in my hotel room, tracing the patterns of light on the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the city outside. Nothing on my schedule, just me and my thoughts. But in case you’ve been missing my face… here’s a little mirror selfie, snapped lazily from the bed. Do I still look cute in this outfit? Maybe, maybe not—but I felt soft, and that’s enough. Au revoir, Paris, for now.
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There’s a certain kind of tenderness in the way he loves to capture me — like every click of his camera is a silent reminder of how he sees me, even in the quietest moments. And there I was, adorned in delicate rings from Suarez, shimmering softly under the fading light. Their pieces never scream for attention, yet they hold stories within every curve — much like this moment, simple yet unforgettable. Some things are meant to be captured, and some are meant to be felt — somehow, is both.
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There’s a certain kind of tenderness in the way he loves to capture me — like every click of his camera is a silent reminder of how he sees me, even in the quietest moments. And there I was, adorned in delicate rings from Suarez, shimmering softly under the fading light. Their pieces never scream for attention, yet they hold stories within every curve — much like this moment, simple yet unforgettable. Some things are meant to be captured, and some are meant to be felt — somehow, is both.
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Some crumble from Paris Fashion Week won’t hurt, right? Just a little piece of that fleeting world where everything feels larger than life — the runway lights, the whispers of silk, the quiet elegance. And then there’s me, stealing a moment away, fully dressed in an empty bathtub — somehow even stillness felt poetic there. A soft reminder that beauty exists both in the spotlight and in the quiet corners we slip away to. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
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Some crumble from Paris Fashion Week won’t hurt, right? Just a little piece of that fleeting world where everything feels larger than life — the runway lights, the whispers of silk, the quiet elegance. And then there’s me, stealing a moment away, fully dressed in an empty bathtub — somehow even stillness felt poetic there. A soft reminder that beauty exists both in the spotlight and in the quiet corners we slip away to. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
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