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いぬひこ
ゆらっと揺れるスカートの縁みたいに、
隠してた想いが少しだけこぼれる朝( ˶ˊᵕˋ˶ )✨
“見えそうで見えない”その境界、
あなたにだけ気づいてほしいんだ。
今日も、やさしい一日になりますように♡
The morning light touches you… and somehow passes through me too.
Just like the soft hem of my skirt,
my hidden feelings spill out a little in this quiet glow.
A boundary that almost shows, almost tells—
I want **you** to be the one who notices it.
Wishing you a gentle day ahead♡
#関係的ASMR #AIart #シースルー愛好会 #animegirl
誰でも歓迎！AI画像の星
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マリス
larceny強盗
moneygrubber金の亡者
clobber殴打
drenchびしょ濡れ
obscure不明瞭な
adequate十分な
shiftyずる賢い
can't duck逃れられない
spill the beans秘密を漏らす
left me speechless言葉を失った
to file accusations告発する
being tried as裁判にかけられている
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jun😈💜
😈 😈
i drift into the night…
past midnight, where the world exhales
and time itself forgets to tick…
ぜ~ったい夜ぅ 深夜半過ぎが好きっ
世界中が… 時間が…
全て止まったようになる
the air hums soft and low
carrying the scent of somewhere far
the bugs sing gentle lullabies
and a cat’s meow curls through the dark
making me smile… quietly…
深夜の空気感が好き
外気の独特の香りが好き
虫の鳴き声が好き
猫の鳴き声だってクスッてなる
daytime chaos fades away
and a whisper of morning slips in
but these hours… these stolen hours…
are mine alone
全ての昼の喧騒から解き放たれ
朝の清々しい空気が流れ込んでくる
それまでの限られた自分だけの時間
i think of faces i’ve crossed paths with tears in the quiet of my chest
i tilt my glass… letting memories spill
like starlight on still water
nitght is fav the most
これまでに出会った人たちを
想い出しながら…
心の中で涙しながら…
静かにグラス傾ける
夜の時間が好き
#English #英語
37103
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まるで万華鏡のように美しい緩急のあるサウンドがくせになるbuilt to spill。メロディセンスも抜群で故エリオット・スミスも大絶賛していたっけ。ほんますこ！
#神メロディ
#キャッチーorメロディアスな曲
Center of the Universe
洋楽ロックの星26
なな
A journey across lands, within a heart.
I set off on a quiet journey, alone.
A soul in search—
for something unseen,
something lost within.
In Japan,
the soft chorus of autumn insects
followed the footsteps
of evening walks with my dog.
The air was clear,
crisp as glass,
and the rice fields whispered—
leaves rustling like distant waves,
waiting patiently
for harvest time to come.
Golden stalks, heavy with life,
bowed low,
as if listening
for the right moment to be released.
In the Philippines,
the sea shimmered in endless blue.
From Cebu to Malapascua,
then El Nido—
I chased the edge of the horizon.
I dove beneath the surface,
hoping the depths might answer me.
But what I was searching for
remained quiet,
somewhere beyond coral and salt.
Kalanggaman—
an uninhabited island
shaped like a kiss
between two drifting shores.
I whispered to the wind,
“One day,
I want to camp here with you.”
In Thailand,
on Khaosan Road,
I followed the map scribbled
in Lonely Planet’s margins.
Pad Thai sizzled,
foreign voices filled the air—
it hardly felt like Asia at all.
Or perhaps,
a Western village
planted in Southeast soil.
Like a scene from The Beach,
neon and nostalgia intertwined.
From Bangkok’s alleys,
I drifted south
toward Phuket’s waiting coast.
In Vietnam,
ao dai whispered through humid air,
pho steamed in quiet bowls,
and sudden rain
washed away even the noise.
I quarreled with a motorbike driver,
then laughed,
alone on a borrowed scooter
chasing the perfect bánh mì
through night markets
alive with spice and neon.
From Da Nang to Hoi An,
the road curled like smoke—
and the noodles I ate alone
tasted like courage.
In Bali,
the night chanted with fire.
Kecak dancers circled flame,
and I lay beneath a net,
dreaming in whispers.
I met my mother,
shared mint cucumber water,
and let time soften
what silence could not.
Spa hands pressed memory into skin.
Coconut paths led to Ubud,
where an amaryllis bloomed
quietly in a rice terrace—
as if it, too,
had been waiting.
In the Maldives,
spices clung to the air—
saffron, cumin, memory.
I wandered the morning market,
and in the mosque’s quiet breath,
wrapped myself in stillness
and modesty.
Malé felt too small
for the loneliness I carried.
Even land seemed to shrink
beneath the weight in my chest.
On Maafushi,
romance shimmered
just out of reach.
Stingrays in the shallows
played near my feet—
but the rendezvous
never reached my soul.
In Istanbul,
gulls cried over the Bosphorus,
and the wind tasted like salt and scripture.
At Hagia Sophia,
bells echoed in my ribs,
and a cup of tea
warmed something
colder than skin.
The bazaar twisted like a dream,
each alley a whisper
of spice and silk.
I felt both lost and found,
held in the hum of ancient prayers.
In Paris,
light fell gently
on bowls of pho
and broken mornings.
A stranger—madame—
offered me kindness.
When she said au revoir,
my eyes betrayed me.
Her kiss on my cheek
was the kind of goodbye
that aches for a lifetime.
At Sacré-Cœur,
I surrendered
to a grief I hadn’t named—
let it spill like stained glass
onto the quiet hill.
In Italy,
a single rose bloomed
on the table beside my risotto.
I watched pizza spin
in the hands of artisans
who touched the dough
like a living thing.
Warm laughter filled the streets—
a kindness without question.
In Spain,
tapas flickered beneath golden lights.
Gaudí’s stones reached for the sky,
and I coughed quietly
into thyme tea
as the sun dipped behind
Barcelona’s silhouette.
In Hungary,
steam curled from bathhouse tiles,
and friendship stirred
like the first warmth
after a long frost.
But fever came.
And so did silence.
I lay still in a guesthouse bed,
feeling eyes that saw me
as something other.
Even kindness
had a border that day.
In Morocco and Jordan,
I followed the scent of saffron
through souks that twisted like vines.
Tajine reminded me of home.
The kindness of strangers,
rooted in the Qur’an,
wrapped around me like linen.
In mountain towns dyed blue,
I shrank into myself—
then slowly breathed again
in the calm of dry air
and starlit nights.
What I searched for—
I never found.
Not in the oceans,
not in the prayers,
not in the heat or the hunger.
But in every step,
something remained.
The scent of mint and sea,
the rhythm of unknown tongues,
the silence after parting—
they live inside me now.
I returned
with nothing in my hands,
but everything
in my heart.
What was missing
was never meant
to be found—
It was meant
to be felt.
And now,
it blooms quietly
inside me—
like a flower
no one else sees.
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Beat Happening
The Vaselines
The Breeders
The Amps
Pixies
Blur
oasis
Daniel Johnston
EELS
RIDE
Inspiral Carpets
Guided By Voices
Built to Spill
Halo Benders
Wire
The Flying Lizards
Dinosaur Jr.
Eater
Sonic Youth
Fugazi
Shellac
Unwound
Slint
SunnyDay Real Estate
Cap n Jazz
Medications
Q and not U
Big Black
Minutemen
Moby
The Fall
Neutrall Milk Hotel
Pigbag
Rival Schools
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坂本龍馬
All the novels & stuff ’bout him…
ppl say all kinda stuff, some overhyped…
u know, all kinds of thing
But… this line straight-up became my go-to, sorta what I’ve been rollin with all along
これまでの小説や人物像…
諸説あって 誇張されたり…色々
でも…
この言葉は座右の銘…
的な感じにしてきたのよ[ウインク]
“Let ppl talk all they want ’bout me,
but only I know what I’m up to.”
“世の人は我を何とも言わば言え
我が成す事は我のみぞ知る”
Might seem like I’m all about me & no rules…
But… yeah, gotta admit, livin like that got me where I am now, for better or worse
無責任で利己的な生き方のようにも
取れるけど…[やば]
[え] でも…
そうね 確かにそやって生きてきたから
良くも悪くもこうなってるんだよね[穏やか]
Btw my mom weirdly always hits me with…
“So, what’s been your fave time in life so far?”
Gonna spill more on this in my next post~
Thx for always readin my random stuff~
ちなみに… なんか母によく聞かれるんだけど
「これまで生きてきた中でいつが最高だった?」
って[怪しむ]
これについては次の投稿で話すよぉ~♡
いつも読んでくれて[ありがと]っ ~[ハートポーズ]
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Hi, sweet seein’ y’all around! Straight outta Osaka, Japan. Wish we vibe again for sure!
Hit me up anytime—in English or Japanese, whatever works!
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