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Fashion is not just about the clothes we wear—it’s the story we tell without having to speak. Every fabric, every cut, and every color reflects a piece of who we are. To me, fashion feels like a diary written in style, where every outfit is an entry about confidence, moods, and aspirations. Over time, I’ve realized how much my style has changed with me. What once felt bold and rebellious in my teenage years has now shifted into something more grounded, comfortable, yet still expressive. That’s the beauty of fashion—it grows with us, reflecting each new chapter in life.

Me and a charm created by God :: one of a kind, the Creator’s sculpture—so {perfect} ..  Like dusk embracing the horizon, a storm adorned with laughter. Priceless, until finally dissolved in the current of love   “Our story,with all the connections of love :: full of color “ (full of color, waving with a thin smile) dimples, wrapped in a beautiful sunset. Every memory, I keep in the shadow of dusk. With the warmth of love, a lamp under the :: horizon. The corner of laughter, engraved with, memories of love. Like sweet stories? Maybe, a little sweeter. I enjoy […]

  › ࣪ . So this is another version of me, one that not everyone sees. When I look at Chicago, that’s another version of me. I hope I can always return there with my real life. The (e.g) lingering sadness and the happiness that remains.   ㅤㅤ☽ Immersed in the romance of life and friendship that I will never meet twice, so happy without thinking about other /burdens/ when I come back, I will always come back.