沢口愛華

Stripped Red Bikini, It’s a peculiar ache, realizing how many people drift through your orbit, leaving behind tiny, distinct gravitational pulls that never quite vanish. You carry the echoes of those encounters, a mosaic of almost-shared futures and unspoken understandings, even as the present moment quietly demands you release them all to make space for whatever comes next.

𝗖𝗮́𝗶 𝗴𝗶̀ 𝗰𝘂̃𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼́ 𝗺𝗮̣̆𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗮́𝗶 𝘃𝗮̀ 𝗺𝗮̣̆𝘁 𝗽𝗵𝗮̉𝗶..., Chết rồi, nãy giờ em cứ nghĩ đến anh thôi à!

Manhattan Cafe artwork

ゆうちゃみ

工藤美桜