16. CHR, senior year. Photoshoots. Dance-offs. Mates. Fun. Digicam. Cats. Biking. Explore. Books.
Words. Dictionary. Transparency. Body rides.
Amira Idayu.
Amira Idayu
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So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences.
Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist.
Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial.
Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love.
Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid.
We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed.
I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever.
Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
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Amira Idayu.
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Have you ever had that moment when he's looking at you. Not just through you, but at you. Do you feel that suddenly you stutter almost inaudible sounds like a broken radio? And those eye looks into you, making you short of breath. When suddenly the world became too empty, too spaced out and yet only you and them in the world. And for a split second, you could feel the telepathy. The glimmer, the hidden inhibitions. Something that isn't yours to share. Something that is so rare, you'll have a hard time finding it again. Something that makes your heart stops in a cardiac arrest. It sends you into a full throttle. Have you ever felt some kind of magic? I have, had. Yours.
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