𝐋𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐚
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Where the lunar sovereign decants her inexhaustible adoration and mirth: 𑣿 (tributes bestowed) by the myriad spirits she encounters—”She harvests her ink, inscribing sagas upon the parchment of existence.”
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𝐋𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐚
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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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Morning feels lighter when you start it with music that moves your soul. So today, I let Nereyda by Raulin Rodriguez fill the air — and without a second thought, my body followed. A little salsa, a little sway, and suddenly the world felt softer, warmer. Funny how dancing alone in the morning feels like the purest kind of joy — like a secret between me and also the music, reminding me it’s a good day to feel alive.
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Sometimes I think we’re just so in love we can’t help but turn every little moment into a picture — like two teenagers caught up in something sweet and silly. With him, it always feels a little like high school girl… laughing too much, stealing glances, and finding a hundred reasons to capture each other. Maybe that’s what love should feel like — young, effortless, endlessly warm.
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It’s funny how a simple change like bangs can make you feel like a softer version of yourself — a little more delicate, a little more unforgettable. Maybe that’s why so many loved me with them. There’s a certain charm in the way they fall, quietly framing my face as Timeless plays, wrapping me in a feeling that’s hard to explain. Just me, the girl you once adored in bangs — lingering like a memory you never really forgot.
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