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[arriyaa]

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ㅤㅤ  ू❀ྀི ㅤㅤ 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 .

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 𓆃  my　angel　　︶ྀི❀　　@florichaeᅠᅠꪆꪆ

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⠀⠀⠀⠀🌸⠀⠀⠀݁˖ ⠀❀⠀ ⋆｡˚⠀⠀ 𔓘𔓘 ⠀𑁍 ⠀(✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

⠀⠀⠀⠀🍃⠀⠀⠀݁˖ ⠀❀⠀ ⋆｡˚⠀⠀ 𔓘𔓘 ⠀𑁍 ⠀(✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

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        I'm not that afraid of ghosts anymore.

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growing up in a household where “i love you,” “thank you,” and “i’m sorry” were basically mythical creatures really does something to you. like, we knew we cared about each other, but we just... didn’t say it. emotions? vulnerability? cringe. and honestly, it turned me into this person who can’t express myself without feeling like i’m in a bad rom-com. saying kind things feels awkward, like i’m trying to act in a play i didn’t rehearse for.

i don’t think i ever really understood kindness. to me, people were supposed to be tough because that’s what i saw. so when i was younger, I treated my friends the same way—rough, harsh, no room for softness. i was toxic, ruthless, the kind of friend who probably left scars instead of support. it wasn’t intentional; it was just the only way i knew how to connect.

now, i’d rather be silent than say something mean, but that silence feels like a trap too. i’ve learned enough to know how words can hurt, but not enough to fill the gap with warmth. it’s like i’m stuck in this gray area, unsure how to be kind without it feeling fake, unsure how to be me without it feeling cold.

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life really said, “let’s speedrun character development,” huh? i went from light scratches that don’t even count to full-on frankenstein—literally, my friends at work call me that because i’m always rocking bandages like it’s a fashion statement. my senior staff even called me “weak,” as if i’m auditioning for a medal in emotional resilience.

meanwhile, i’m stuck in this chaotic knife-buying loop: throw it away, buy a new one, rinse, repeat. it’s like the worst subscription service ever. oh, and let’s not forget my nightly rebellion—sneaky smokes while my parents are in dreamland. truly living the main character in a tragic indie film aesthetic.

i drowned myself once, and honestly, i still don’t know if it was a cry for help or just my way of spicing up a tuesday. then i dyed my hair for the first time, as if a new color could somehow distract me from the existential crisis.

made some new friends too! sure, they’re walking red flags (and also a perv), but when you have attachment issues and thrive on attention, you don’t exactly get picky. so i obey and give all the pictures that they want. also, bought fake blood as a coping mechanism—because apparently, regular coping is just too mainstream—and started calling myself a different name every week. i guess if i can’t find stability, i might as well keep things entertaining.

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i used to swear i’d never touch a cigarette. like, i legit got a fever once just from smelling my dad’s, and younger me was all “i’m better than this.” fast forward to now, and guess who’s out here casually smoking like it’s a personality trait? yeah, life’s funny like that. no one knows how they’ll end up. it’s like when my mom used to say she hated people named leo, and then she married my dad… whose name is leo. guess we’re all just out here being plot twists in our own lives. be careful about what you judge... its not my rule.

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my psychiatrist gave me meds, but honestly, they’re just sitting there on my desk, collecting dust like tiny, judgmental reminders of my inability to function. like, i want to take them, but somehow my brain is like, “let’s spend time doing meaningless, unuseful thing instead.” meanwhile, my room looks like a psychological study on executive dysfunction, and focusing on anything feels like trying to solve quantum physics without a calculator. the meds are piling up, i’m piling up, everything’s piling up—at this point, it’s a vibe, but like... the bad kind.

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i’m 22 and i feel like i missed the memo on how to make girl friends as an adult. like, where do y’all find each other?? i just want to have cute brunch dates, share skincare tips, and send each other mood swing's memes at 2 a.m. without context. being in your 20s is wild because you’re supposed to “put yourself out there,” but i don’t even know where there is. someone pls start a “we’re lonely but trying” club, i’ll bring snacks.

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⌗ you are my crush ,

i got a crush on you !

⁺ 🫧 . ࣪ — ✦

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　　　　　　　　　　im　　so　　addict♥︎d　　to　　your　　lips　　　　...

　　　　　　　　　　　　if　　　　only　　　　you　　　　were　　　　my　　　　love　　　　forever

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I'm feeling good — I wanna touch .

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✿⠀· I love you baby, baby, baby ᱖

외쳐대느라 내 진심을 동네방네 다 알아 !

(＞＜) ﹒ 🧩 ﹒ 💐 ◝⠀⠀

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jaehyun ( my sweet boy ) mini moodboard ♡

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝓟ʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝓘 ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ’ᴍ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ༊*·˚

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