Beautiful Figure

“— i aspire to be a well-read, creative, strong, independent women who is secure in who she is and what she wants”

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“rainy days in the city”

aesthetics for the zodiac signs [these aesthetics are subjective and based on my opinion]

There is no such thing as fairy tales or princesses. Let alone a prince charming that will swift you off your feet and save you from fire breathing dragons or from the damsel in distress that you are. No. This isn't like one of those stories. This is not a love story. My reality is a little more fvcked up than that. Written in blood... by his own hands.

❝ Jangan pernah temui Ella tanpa sepengetahuan saya. ❞ ❝ Loh, memang apa salahnya? Ella anak aku. Bukan, Ella anak kita, Jung. ❞ [ b a h a s a ] -March, 2020

“where I’d rather be”

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WARNING📣 :‼️ I MADE THIS STORY WHEN I WAS 11, I WAS WRITTING THIS FIRST ON MY NOTES, BEFORE PUBLISHING IT, SO EXPECT IT TO BE VERY CRINGE AND AWFUL‼️ -A 19 years old girl who just wants a simple life, but her life became unhappily when her parents got rich and don't have any time for her and that why she became so so COLD AND SHY to people expect to her friends ..... And then her life controls by her parents she can't go without some bodyguards... When her family notice her sadness they…

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There’s a song I listen to every now and then by Bridget Mendler called “Rocks at My Window.” The chorus goes like this: “We can run away for the weekend But I’m here alone Wish you’d g…