👫🗣: “kk kok bajunya itu terus?”

(𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧) I tucked this flower behind my ear, does it suit me? The flower’s pulse against my skin says yes; the sunlight has spun the world into pools of amber and honey—which now gleam in the hollow of my collarbone—making me glow, as if it, too, says yes.

The flowers know, the butterflies know, and the wind knows / that I belong in this haven of blossoming bliss / even the garden itself yearns for my presence. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀˖ °

ㅤMONOCHROME 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓁𝓎. ​⋆ 
ㅤㅤ  ( 🖤 / 🤍 )