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lachatalovematcha

*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ午前3時に自分の部屋にいる私:*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˚˖𓍢ִ໋:･ﾟ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆‧₊˚🖇✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˚˖𓍢ִ໋:･ﾟ⋆࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ「 ✦かわいい部屋✦ 」୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆🗝⋆｡𖦹°‧⠀ ꕤ ꭑმցιɕ * ◡̈⃝* ໒꒱ ㅤ🎀 ⠀⊹ . ♡ ۫ .･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.🎀･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.🎀‧₊˚`╭˚.🍦 ୧ . ˚꒰🎀 ꒱ ♡‧ ﹕♡ ·꒷ ୨🌷☆🍮 ｡∴☆ ｡∴☆🍮 ｡∴☆ ｡∴☆🍮 ｡∴☆ ｡∴☆🍮 ｡∴☆ɞ ଘ♡ଓ🌈 ﹒ ♡₊˚﹕﹒₊˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚🌸 ˑ ♡ ͟ ׂ 𓂂柔らかい軟らかい˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚🌸 ˑ ♡ ͟ ׂ 𓂂✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ㅤ ♡ㅤ

lachatalovematcha

(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) 🌈🎀🎨 ｡*ﾟ♡･｡*ﾟ+˚˳° ⭐🎀ぱ・ぴ・ぷ・ぺ PON！

(๑♡⌓♡๑)ˇ۪ ꒱ ׁ ׅ⋆ ࣪ ִֶָ 🌈ִ🍮 ֹ ⊹﹢ . ✦ .﹢⭐🎀

· ˚ * 🍰。落ち込んだら負け · ˚ * 🍰。

🧃Ｄａｎｃｅ！Ｄａｎｃｅ！Ｄａｎｃｅ！🧃

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꒰🌱 ⊹ ˚ . ふ・し・ぎ！ ⁺ 🌸 ꒰🍓꒱ ♡ ･ ✧.｡₀:ﾟ✲ ᶻ 𝘇

🌰🎀そうでしょ？考えてもわからない🌰🎀

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ☆ ゜ ∘ 。 ∘ 。 ☆ ゜ ∘ 。｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ☆ ゜ ∘ 。 ∘ 。 ☆ ゜ ∘ 。

arthoeacademia

my blue and yellow

everything i wanted to be in the cup in my hand, i find it in the cup that sits on the table in front of me. staning the papers that were laid out beneath it. i look hopefully inside the cup in my hand. it is the most favourite utensil of mine. its handle is broken and it has cracks at the edge of its mouth. still i do not seem to care and hold it layering both of my hands clenched to that cup. even though it sometimes leaves stains on the collar of my shirt due to its uneven cracks. it sometimes also burns out my hand due to the hot coffee in it. it doesn’t have a handle, remember? that cup is still so dear to me. it is blue in colour. i look at the cup that sits on the table desperately wishing to be picked by me. it is yellow. i feel bad for that cup for it has all the things that my blue cup lacks. it is new with soft edges and a very fine handle. i eye the insides of my blue cup and it suddenly shatters in my hand leaving me bruised. blood slides down from my fingers and i can taste the feeling of abandonment. again. my blue abandoned me yet again. i cry and fill up yellow with my tears. it stays calm and collects everything without complaints. i don’t pick yellow up. i am scared of abandonments. i ask yellow how long will it stay? how long will it wait? “you know waiting is so beautiful if it ends with you” yellow has this carved besides its handle. and i tear up again. i look forward to the day i can pick up yellow without any hesitation. when i can fill it up with my favourite desserts. i really hope blue is at peace though. i miss blue. it is still my favourite cup.