dear diary, today i decided to look like a little lemon tart; sweet, sunny, and terribly hard to resist. spent the afternoon smiling, posing, and being ever so pleased with my own little existence.
the car is moving, the lighting is doing its thing, and here i am taking up the entire camera with my face. i was supposed to be minding my own business, but then i caught a glimpse of myself and, well… a few selfies never hurt anybody, right?
i have two very important things to take seriously in life: making sure my hair looks pretty and making sure i never have to share my food. everything else can wait a little, can’t it?
today, i decided to be my own little version of a cherry doll: rosy lips, round eyes, a tiny red accent, and enough silly expressions to fill an entire photo album.
< Raö_Raö reporting for #duty, no matter the time or place! >
one minute i’m trying to look all graceful and proper in my hanfu, the next i’m sneaking little peeks at the script, asking questions, and getting way too invested in every tiny detail.
( .. delicate as silk, relentless as #fate. )
some stories are written in ink, others are written by fate. as the pages scatter into the wind, she stands with her eyes fixed on the distance, carrying secrets no one can read and choices no one can make for her.