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Property of Verline.

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@Miladiysa Aku limit sumpah

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@Miladiysa Ok cantik 👍🏻😑

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@Miladiysa Seleb

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@Miladiysa @1 Mention uci mulu, naksir y?

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@canalarolls Tzuyang

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Peace. *shyly*

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Morning hikes with a camera slung across my shoulder, a cat curled on my lap at night like it’s always belonged there, and small, forgotten souvenirs that remind me I once stood on warmer ground. I don’t know if I’m looking for something or simply learning to stay still.

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(30th of March, 2025)

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Midnight.

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Kind of sad how food understands me more than people sometimes. No small talk, no confusion, comfort. I think that’s why I keep going back to it. Not to fill an empty stomach, but something else I don’t really know how to name.

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Why eating brings me so much peace. Like I could be having the worst day, but if there’s good food in front of me, everything just slows down for a bit. It’s not even about being hungry it’s more like, for a few minutes, I don’t have to think. Just me and food.

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On the way home, I picked wildflowers from a roadside market without a plan—just because the lady said they’d “grow into something sweet if you’re patient.” It’s the kind of quiet rhythm I used to think I’d get bored of, but now I chase it every chance I get.

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(https://t.co/d5Etz9TxZU)

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Sucks.

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Somewhere in the background, music. The one that talks about maybe not being brave enough for real life. It always lands different when you’re alone, when the world slows and the room feels honest. I didn’t skip it. I let it run. https://t.co/swnnFkK8uO

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Unrushed Evenings.

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Cork was being stubborn but I let it win for a while. Nights like this don’t need fixing, just the soft clutter of real life, mismatched glasses, a half-full table, and nothing urgent to do. It’s the kind of quiet where your thoughts don’t rush, they just stretch out and linger.