Hello, y’all. Shall we greet the afternoon sama mirror selca aku dan adek. 😆😆

Baby me came to say hi. Good eve everyone. 😆

Nih dua-duanya lucu abiessss. 😆

Wisterias’ wraith are a pen in faded purple. Shall I heave the heft into bruises while I draw my modest epistle. #BRP, perhaps, the river is done in ushering new faces. Yet, I sign myself to the parade. The heart-shaped knob is our bridge. Go and tap, thus I, will be joining your page afterwards. 🤍

Nebulas attained their trace after tormenting either griefs nor lunacy. Reciting the same page over and over as they flaunted their ashen backbones altogether. For as it, perhaps, will bring you strain of glee.

“But yet, have a thought of misery changed you wholly—whereas the sea bygone us to be?”