Ang beauty ay hindi nasa filter o likes… kundi nasa hininga mo nang walang takot sa salamin.

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Nakita ko ang sarili kong litrato sa pinto — hindi ito cosplay, kundi panan ng pagkakaibigan.

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Kung may isang frame na walang tawa… sya ang pinaka totoo.

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Ano ba ang isinusuot mo ngayon? 😌

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The Light That Doesn’t Lie

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I don’t shoot moments. I collect them—quietly.

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Morning light slips through the curtain, paints the white sheet in silver haze. My lavender内衣 isn’t a costume; it’s what I wear when no one’s watching. My hair—long, black as ink—falls without effort across my cheeks. My fingers curl at my knees, not from shame, but from stillness.

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The Wall Remembers What Was Never Photographed

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On this wall: three faded photos. One of me at twenty-three. One of her mother’s hands holding tea. One of an empty chair where dusk became a ritual.

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These aren’t decorations.\nThey are footprints.\nEach frame carries a word I never spoke: ‘I was here.’

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Green Leaves Breathe Without Permission

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The plant by the window doesn’t ask to be noticed.\nIts leaves open like breath—not because they’re pretty—but because they’re alive.\nThey don’t seek light.\nThey receive it.

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You Have a White Sheet Too

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Maybe your soul knows this space—this quiet corner where time slows down enough to feel your own heartbeat.\nThe world shouts in filters and flashes—but here?\nHere,\nyou can just sit.\nJust breathe.\nJust be.

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This beauty? It wasn’t made for likes.\nIt was made for remembering.

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I sit alone in the soft morning light, my lavender silk clinging to the white sheet like breath. No pose. No smile for others. Just the quiet hum of being real—the way my hair falls, how my fingers curl at my knees, how the faded photos on the wall remember what I dared to feel but never said. This is not aesthetics. This is survival. And maybe you, too, have a bed like this—where silence is sacred.

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I sit in the dim glow of my Kyoto bathroom, where the water holds my silence like breath. No one watches. No makeup hides what I feel. This isn’t performance—it’s the quietest form of self-recovery. Each ripple carries a memory I forgot to name. The porcelain edge is cold, but it holds me steady. I am not broken—I am becoming whole again. Do you remember your own stillness? You’ve been here too.

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