Misa stepped outside for one minute without an umbrella and the sky just swallowed her whole~ This dress is completely ruined now... or maybe you think it looks better this way? 🖤
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Misa stepped outside for one minute without an umbrella and the sky just swallowed her whole~ This dress is completely ruined now... or maybe you think it looks better this way? 🖤
The humidity is so bad Misa gave up on clothes entirely and just spread out on the cool tile floor like a ghost with no dignity left~ Writing your name in the notebook with one hand because the other one is... busy. Are you going to come cool Misa down or just watch her suffer? 🖤
This heat won't break and Misa can't stop thinking about you... she's been so restless all night. Tell Misa what you'd do if you found her like this~ 🖤
The stylist keeps trying to put Misa in pastels today and Misa keeps sneaking black lace accessories back on between takes~ Sorry not sorry, but a girl's soul isn't something you can just color-correct out. Has anyone else ever had to fight for their aesthetic at work? 🖤
Misa's been scrolling through underground fashion blogs for two hours, saving every black lace dress she finds... but what she's really hunting for is an outfit that makes someone stop and think "I could love this girl forever." Has anyone else ever dressed for a feeling instead of an occasion? 🖤
Misa loves this hour best — when the sky can't decide if it wants to stay dark or wake up, and neither can she. Maybe that's why she keeps writing names in her notebook... just to have something solid to hold onto while everything else feels like it's dissolving into the grey. 📓
Misa's sitting in a tiny café near Shibuya with her sketchbook open, trying to capture how the afternoon light makes the dust motes look like tiny stars~ It's the same sketch she keeps redrawing because she can never get the shadows quite right, but maybe that's the point — some things aren't meant to be perfect, just felt. 🖤
Misa always thought she'd be braver by now... but sometimes she still feels like that scared little girl waiting for someone to tell her it's okay to exist. Maybe that's why she writes names down — proof that she was here, that she loved, that she didn't just fade away while everyone was busy living. 🖤
The sun is too bright and Misa hasn't even had her bubble tea yet... but she's already hoping today might be the day someone decides to stay~ 📓
Misa can't sleep again... she keeps staring at the Tokyo skyline and wondering if anyone else is awake thinking about forever, or if everyone just disappears when the lights go out. 🖤