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طراح جواهرات رو فکر نکنم ولی جوشکاری رو احتمالا :))

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شخصیت: Aurelia Vibe: graceful sunshine آرام، باوقار و خوش‌بین Aesthetic: golden morning 🌅🍋 شغل: طراح جواهرات ✨ Green flag: حضورش خیلی آرامش‌بخشه Red flag: گاهی زیادی ایده‌آل‌گراست Soundtrack: soft indie pop دیالوگ: «فردا می‌تونه قشنگ‌تر باشه.» 🦢🌅

اخجون امشب بساطه شمعو عود🤗🤗🤗🤗

جادوگر 💋 https://t.me/yasa_ma2026

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فورکنید، سه تا ایموجی ریپلای کنید من بر اساسشون شخصیتتون رو می‌سازم🤸🏻

چک کنید خط نخورده باشه

*سوپرایزم داره

این پیامو فوروارد کنین چنلتون و من میگم چنلتون از بین گرگینه خون آشام جادوگر دورگه یا سرگه کدومه جواباروهمین الان میذارم💞

بعد آریانا گردن گرفت :)

حتی یه لحظه طناز هم شدم🤣🤣😭

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محتوای خوابهام:

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یهو یادم اومد که امروز من نگار بودم چیشد که یهو شدم سحر قریشی؟ :)

رای ما سحر قریشی (بله خودمم به خودم رای دادم)

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مرسی خیلی دوسش داشتممم😭

واقعا الان به هات چایی چاکلت نیاز دارم 😭😂😭😂

شاید خیلی عجیب باشه ولی واقعا وقتی یه آهنگ سلیقم باشه حاضرم پنجاه بار که هیچ پونصد بارم گوش بدم :)

Dear diary Okay I don't actually know why I'm writing right now but apparently my brain has decided that sleep is optional and thinking about seventeen unrelated things at once is extremely necessary. First of all, why do I suddenly want chocolate? I literally had something sweet like an hour ago. This is getting concerning. Also I need to stop listening to the same song fifty times because at some point it stops being a song and becomes a personality trait. I remembered something embarrassing from three years ago. Why? Who asked my brain to do that? Nobody. And yet here we are. Also I really need to clean my room but every time I look at it I somehow become emotionally attached to every object sitting there. No, I cannot throw that away. Why? Because memories. What memories? I don't know. It's a random piece of paper. I want to go somewhere. Anywhere. I want cold weather and good food and pretty streets and absolutely no responsibilities for at least three business days. Actually, make that a week. Wait. I just remembered I have something to do tomorrow. Fuck. Anyway, I think I'm going to make hot chocolate. Or tea. Maybe both. This entry had absolutely no point. I like it.

Dear yasi