₊ ・ ₊ ₊ ° ☆ ☆ ₊ ⋆. ₊ ★ ⊹ ⟡ ⊹ . ☾ ⋆ . ⟡ . ₊ . ˖ ˖ ° ☾ 。 ∩―――――∩ ₊ ⊹ ☆ || ∧,,∧ ∧,,,∧ || . ⋆ . ⋆ ||(˶´ ー(˶-ω-˶) || 𝓂𝓌𝒶 💖 ₊ ☆ |ノ ̄づ⌒⌒ ̄ \ ⋆ . . . ( ノ ⌒⌒ ヽ \ ₊ ☾ ₊ \ ノ|| ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄|| ₊   \,ノ|| ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄|| ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

.* ◌ ★⋆. ࿐࿔ . ◌ .    ★  ° :.   * • ○ ° ★ .  *  .   ★ ° :.☆ . ◌ . ◌ * ☽ . ° . *   ° . °☆ . ★ ° . *   ° . °☆  . * ● . ◌ ◌  ° :●. ✩彡 ・゚ *:   ˚     * . ✦  ◌ . ◌ ₊ ° . : * ◌ . ♡ . ✩ ₊ (\_(\ /)_/) ◌ . ★  ° :. . ( ) ( ) ‧₊ * ૮/ʚɞ |ა ૮| ʚɞ\ა    ˚  ● . ★ ° . * ◌ ( ◌ | | ◌ ) . ˚    ✦   .  .   ˚ .      . ✦ °☆  . * ● ¸ .    .     ˚     *     ✦   .   ★ ° . *   ° . °☆  . * ● ¸ ‧₊ *:・゚彡 +.࿐

🩰🎧🎶🤍🖤🎹~

₊ ・ ₊ ₊ ° ☆ ☆ ₊ ⋆. ₊ ★ ⊹ ⟡ ⊹ . ☾ ⋆ . ⟡ . ₊ . ˖ ˖ ° ☾ 。 ∩―――――∩ ₊ ⊹ ☆ || ∧,,∧ ∧,,,∧ || . ⋆ . ⋆ ||(˶´ ー(˶-ω-˶) || 𝓂𝓌𝒶 💖 ₊ ☆ |ノ ̄づ⌒⌒ ̄ \ ⋆ . . . ( ノ ⌒⌒ ヽ \ ₊ ☾ ₊ \ ノ|| ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄|| ₊   \,ノ|| ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄|| 𝐓.𝐋 ♡

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺DİCK

♡⸜(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )⸝

∩――――∩ days seem sometimes as if || ∧ ヘ  || they'll never end || (* ´ ー`) | sun digs its heels to taunt |ノ^⌒⌒づ` ̄ \ you but after sunlit days, ( ノ  ⌒ ヽ \ one thing stays the same \  || ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄|| rises the moon   \,ノ|| days fade into a watercolour blur memories swim and haunt you but look into the lake, shimmering like smoke rises the moon oh-oh, close your weary eyes i promise you that soon the autumn comes to darken fading summer skies breathe, breathe, breathe days pull you down just like a sinking ship floating is getting harder but tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile rises the moon days pull you up just like a daffodil uprooted from its garden they'll tell you what you owe, but know even so rises the moon you'll be visited by sleep i promise you that soon the autumn comes to steal away each dream you keep breathe, breathe, breathe

∩――――∩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ | ∧ ヘ | | (* ´ ▽`) | < ᴳᵒᵒᵈᴺⁱᵍʰᵗ ♡ |ノ^⌒⌒づ ̄ \ ( ノ  ⌒ ヽ \ \  | ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄|   \,ノ|

(╥﹏╥)(つ╥﹏╥)つ(⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)(ó﹏ò。)(╥‸╥)(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)BLɅϽKPIИK(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)( ≖‿ ≖ )(•؎ •)(っ- ‸ - ς)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

(⁠ ⁠´⁠◡ ▽⁠◡⁠`⁠) ᶻ z 𐰁

Good Night (*´ -`)

❤️ ✨🌙🌜

₊ ・ ₊ ₊ ° ☆ ☆ ₊ ⋆. ₊ ★ ⊹ ⟡ ⊹ . ☾ ⋆ . ⟡ . ₊ . ˖ ˖ ° ☾ 。 ∩―――――∩ ₊ ⊹ ☆ || ∧,,∧ ∧,,,∧ || . ⋆ . ⋆ ||(˶´ ー(˶-ω-˶) || 𝓂𝓌𝒶 💖 ₊ ☆ |ノ ̄づ⌒⌒ ̄ \ ⋆ . . . ( ノ ⌒⌒ ヽ \ ₊ ☾ ₊ \ ノ|| ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄|| ₊   \,ノ|| ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄||

🍒✨🎀🌸💞🌛

𓆩♱𓆪 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆/𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𓆩♱𓆪 ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ 1. 𝘐𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵—𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 2. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵—𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳. 3. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥; 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 4. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘣 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 5. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦. 6. 𝘐𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦; 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 7. 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘣, 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘺. 8. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. 9. 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵. 10. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 11. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. (𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴: 𝘙𝘦𝘬𝘪 ノ 𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘲𝘣1𝘹 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘣𝘭𝘹 )

🥀🦢🎀🌑

🎨🖌️🌸❤️

🚬💋❤️‍🩹💔 ༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.✩°。⋆⸜ 🎧✮

⋆.˚🪻༘⋆🎐

🪻🌌༘⋆♡

⋆˙⟡♡✿

。° ₊ ♡⊹ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⋆˙

₊˚♥︎⋆。゚☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⁺⋆。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚‧₊˚♥︎

🌃❤🧸👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🐵

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ ✧˖° 🖤⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ /) /) (。•ㅅ•。)〝₎₎ ʜɪɪ! ✦₊ ˊ˗ . .╭∪─∪────────── ✦ ⁺. . .┊ ◟﹫ Name : . .┊﹒𐐪 Zodiac : . .┊ꜝꜝ﹒Pronouns : . .┊ ⨳゛Pookies : . .┊ ◟ヾ Likes : . .┊﹒𐐪 Dislikes : . .┊ ◟﹫ Extra : ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɢᴏ? <- thats what i wrote . .┊ ✿ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʜᴏᴄᴜꜱ ᴘᴏᴄᴜꜱ ɪ’ᴍ ʙʀᴏᴋᴜꜱ. . .┊ ➽ Creds : Undead1_177 [ on rblx ] ╰───────────── ✦ ⁺. ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚✧˖° 🌑⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ you can delete creds idm

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

🎧💕🩷🌘🌃 ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ). ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𐙚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

🌙🌃📿🍸༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

🎧🌓🚬💋🌃

𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 by me 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔱, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱, 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔬 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰. 𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴, 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰. 𝔚𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴. 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔪 :) 𝔅𝔶 𝔞 6𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯. 𝔉𝔒𝔏𝔏𝔒𝔚 𝔐𝔈 𝔒𝔑 𝔖ℭℜ𝔄𝔗ℭℌ ℑ 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔞 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔖𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢! 2/25/2025