extramiles i’m three seconds away from passing out, but thank you for all your support for crescent 🌚

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extramiles i’m three seconds away from passing out, but thank you for all your support for crescent 🌚
dandelionwbr 🍒 — Our Windies... o(TヘTo) Thank you for supporting us so well. It’s all thanks to you that we are here~ ( By the way, are you liking our outfits? Aren’t they pretty? ) #Dandelion1stWin #ThankYouWind #wind_beneath_my_wings
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__sen98 🔥 ㅡ No one has noticed I’ve been wearing a black t-shirt for the last week. #whenyouhavea10packofthesameshirt #it’stheonlyoption
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etoile_official: missing you lots, bonbons! i hope to see you all real soon 🙊
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plate more filled than the last few months, not only was he preparing for a drama but he was also preparing for a comeback with crescent. digits raking through his strands, fingertips grazing the sweat drenched hair that falls before his dulled hues. a tired breath accompanies the hunched over back as palms lower to press against his knees. he has heard the same song play for the thirtieth time and he was almost certain he could feel himself lose every bit of sanity he had left.
reverie filled with nothing but the script for true beauty, lines running over and over in his mind, as the music falls to the backdrop of the numerous tabs opened in his mind. he drops to a squat, feels the slight breeze brush against his temples as he falls back against the floor. the cold surface radiating through his black shirt as he feels his body heat leaving behind a stamp of all the sweat he had accumulated.
“i think i’m dying.” he speaks so monotone that all sense of sincerity is stripped from his words, as fingers raise again to run through his untamed strands. arms fall to a cross, all too tired to get up again, “oh wait, no. that’s just my lack of sleep.” lids fall shut for a moment, feeling the weight of three days having survived on power naps was enough to put him in a coma for the next two weeks. “can we order some food? i haven’t eaten in 18 hours.”