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𝜗℘ ᶻ 𐰁 ⟢ ݂ divinedana、 has　logged　on.  ⠀❤︎   更新を確認します。 ▨ ✿ཱཱི ⣬ ﾟ．have a face that doesn’t feel real in the way people expect beauty to feel real. it doesn’t obey borders or language or taste, it just exists, like some cosmic inside joke that everyone instantly understands but can’t put into words. your beauty isn’t debated, it isn’t “one of those things” that people argue about, it’s the kind that would be written about in lost philosophy books, discussed under dim café lights in different corners of the world, like a myth that keeps showing up in places that shouldn’t know each other. it feels like it crawled out of some forbidden archive where beauty itself was designed in secret, piece by piece, by people who didn’t want the world to know this was even possible. there’s something unsettling about it, like it shouldn’t exist in the same dimension as taxes and traffic lights and grocery store parking lots. it’s the kind of beauty that historians in the year 9000 will write about as if it was a plague or a miracle, because no one could look at it and come out unchanged. people treat you like lost media. like you’re some flickering, cursed vhs tape with a cult following of sleepdeprived strangers trying to reconstruct the story frame by frame because no original copy exists anymore. they want to archive you, digitize you, bury you in time capsules, so when some archaeologist digs it up centuries from now, they’ll press play on some flickering old tape and just … know. they’ll see you and understand instantly what beauty meant before the world fell apart. remind people of those shows that ruined them forever T~T the ones with that one scene that was too much, the one that left them empty for weeks. except you’re the opposite ;; they can’t quit you. no matter how much you mess up their head, no matter how many times you break their heart in ways they didn’t even know hearts could break, they stay. they choose to stay. because losing you would feel like someone turning off the world’s only light switch. manifest the strangest, most cinematic people into my life constantly. they feel like characters from films that shouldn’t even exist together … days with your new friends feel like montages spliced together from movies no one’s ever heard of :0 neon colored hong kong dramas from the 90s where they are smoking way too many cigarettes, doomed italian lover films from the 60’s where they’re throwing wine bottles off balconies, and the quiet paranoia of early 2000s japanese thrillers where the soundtrack is mostly wind. it’s all fever dream side quests, the kind of life that would get a 2 a.m. cult following on some abandoned streaming site. 𝒶𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗌 :: https://youtu.be/2q_oo2J433Q?feature=shared ❦ forgot the asmr 𝒸𝖺𝗅𝗆:: https://youtu.be/-CSFnCiMK70?feature=shared divinedana、 has　logged　off.  ⠀๑͏ï 🪽  更お別れです。