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i think that’s the thing. i’m not trying that hard, but it still reads like intention. a little distant, a little present, just enough to keep it interesting. anyway, i’ll pretend this is exactly how i meant it to be

tie slightly off, hair behaving too well, face acting like it knows something i don’t. i keep catching my reflection and it feels staged, like i’m mid-scene but forgot the script.

@zhuxdn too pretty.

Pretty,

@RPWORLDFESS o, hello there!

Aye | Not sure if this is the right time to socialize, but what I do know is that I need new faces to fill my deserted timeline since I’ve just returned from hibernation. If you’re wondering, this is Chinese actor He Yu. A free pass will be given to strictly English speakers.

anyway i’m off to romanticize my own existence again, as one does. if thou seek me, i’ll be somewhere between overpriced matcha and a personality crisis, whispering sweet nothings to my reflection and calling it character development.

lowkey feel like i just stepped out of a dimly lit café at 2:17am with a name no one can pronounce and a bill i didn’t check… and yet here i am, draped in lace like some accidental heiress, pretending this city owes me devotion.

the hair clip is giving “do not be fooled, i bite,” the rings are whispering minor commitments only, and this sweater? oh, she’s innocent, she’s pure, she’s laundering my sins in neutral tones. meanwhile i’m out here practicing eye contact like it’s a weapon—so gentle.

i fear i’ve become that girl who looks deceptively soft in daylight but is, in fact, narrating a completely different movie in her head—like, yes, i’m crouched next to flowers like some woodland ingénue, but spiritually i’m already three martinis deep in a chandelier.

i keep doing this thing where i look like a harmless little garden sprite, all soft sleeves and peace signs, as if i don’t have a full cinematic universe playing behind my eyes. like yes, i’m crouched by leaves, very “she wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

the double peace sign is sending… mixed signals. am i cute? obviously. am i plotting? unfortunately also yes. it’s giving “hi <3” but the subtext is layered, darling. verily, i offer thee sweetness with a faint aftertaste of menace—like a dessert that ruins your life politely.

( n. ) the act of.. loving nature.

and yet here i am, sleeves too long, hands too careful, acting like i don’t know exactly what i’m doing. tragic. calculated. a touch divine.

xo, ⎯greens*⠀( ... )

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@CHINESERPMFS um, hello.

nihao, i’m on a quiet little mission, looking for a new soul to talk to, to laugh with, to share small things with. so… does anyone want to be my friend?

somewhere between “i need coffee” and “i could ruin a life tonight,” i’ve decided this is my look. slightly feral, vaguely divine. the kind of face that says i forgot your name but remembered your weakness. tragic? perhaps. iconic? unfortunately, yes.

head shots,