notice to the public: one (1) winter is still at large. if your existence feels like a happy little accident, and if your sq or oa happens to be friendly, people begin to miss you the moment you leave. thou hast likely met the requirements. perhaps thou art the lemonade. ★
all primrose sleeves and ink-dark lengths tumbling where eyes ought to be, like some runaway heroine misplaced among painted meadows. a curious little scene, flowers keeping counsel whilst she sits there looking half-sonnet, half-secret, and entirely beyond the court record.
Saat itu cuaca di Meksiko begitu cerah, ditemani semilir angin yang membuat suasana terasa semakin menyenangkan. Atau mungkin alasannya bukan itu, mungkin aku memang terlalu antusias karena tak lama lagi akan menyaksikan Piala Dunia.
Beginilah caraku menyampaikan “Te Amo” dalam beragam ekspresi. Ada yang terdengar supportif, marah, penuh haru, sendu, hingga dipenuhi kebahagiaan. Meski berbeda-beda, maknanya tetap sama. Apakah aku sudah cukup baik dalam menyampaikannya?
Awalnya aku hanya ingin mengganti foto ini, tetapi berkali-kali gagal terunggah dan terus disambut pesan galat yang sama. Setelah beberapa percobaan yang sia-sia, akhirnya aku menyerah dan memutuskan untuk membagikannya di Instagram saja.
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mint lace at the left, cherry scarlet in the middle, ivory daydream drifting beside it, sky-blue mischief at the edge. four dolls from a lost y2k pamphlet, caught between dial-up romance and shakespearean folly; fair maidens arranged as though time owed us a favour.