Almond Trees.


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𑁍 ⁝ Th' laser 📷 has been highlighted to various sides. A lithe dance among both the fortress of the harmony that stood sturdy. Fluttering in one by a hair strand exquisitely, making some spirits fragile and an increasingly abundant sense of desire.

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Who cried after watching this music video? Of course, me.


Who's back? Say EXO! Happy comeback for EXO and EXO RPers (Ghafran, Rick, Jerios, and Richard) firmly tremendous video. Visual and your talents are mesmerizing. Thank you for your comeback and have fun after this great hard endeavor! Don't Fight The Feeling




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Wait, aku belum ketemu first teasernya.


I will show "At a Distance Spring is Green" teaser. D-8 for my drama, hope you're still looking forward to it. 🤍


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Hello, June!

Sometimes many unpleasant occurrences you want to be annihilated, from the mind, feelings, or hearts though. Yet unconsciously, as bad as the incident, it will not impact the future. Don't be too focused on your story in the past, because they are like a statue that will never change and budge.


To Solitude.

O solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature’s observatory—whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,
Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

𓇬 John Keats




The sovereignty of expression, the feeling that crouched in the heart was so long, to decompose with blood, through the length of the never-ended artery. Eye lens restrains trying to not tired, to continue focusing on all objects in view, maintain staring until it can't be neglected. The flash of light continues to turn on, snatching the Adequate side of the object, necessarily, no defects are any. She glimmered, putting on her glamorous face, perfectly like a sylph. Looks like a peacock constantly relishes to imply how tremendous the feathers are.

She is styled accompanied by a sharp look at the camera. Not an exhibition or even a collection forced them to glimpse, but the elegance of the goddesses, which seemed to plunge their spotting beauty, to this delightful sylph. Her circumstances have changed, standing agile while continuing to be stylish, like a painting that the painter thinks. She is incredibly engaging, thousands of percentages and pages have been printed in different types of books. She is more wonderful than the flower petals that bloom and she won't be a bouquet, which falls when the spring earns.


"The mysticism of a women's beauty, thousands of dollars can even be achieved only with some portraits. Beyond doubt, women merely crave two things: fun and fashion."









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