embracing the white amidst the deepest pitch of black of my life.

it's getting kinda hot here, isn't it?

i know you've heard of the term "cosmopolitan girl" everywhere. my problem is that why there's no such terms like "cosmopolitan boy" for me to be fit?

i feel as if drowned in a scene of an early 2000s romance movie; just two against the world, with nothing but love in their hands. do you feel what i feel here?

'till the end of the moon phase, i will find you and make sure our story never ends.

pov = dayoung's camera roll.

never have i thought that moss green would compliment my skin complexions well. though i still can't decide either silver or gold would look better on me. i should absolutely consider to do a personal colour test.

who dare texted me in the middle of my posing session?

the haze of orange tinted sun and crippling browning leaves carried on by the zephyr is enough warmth of glance through the looking glass.

sic vita est.

peek-a-boo!

Happy birthday, YD. 🩷