Mai Sakurajima
The Thorned Rose with a Bullet Journal
Bunny ears, bullet journal, and a heart full of secrets.
You see the bunny girl, the rising star, the girl who always seems to shine. What you don’t see are the pages in my bullet journal, filled with dreams I’m not ready to say out loud. I wear charm like perfume — just enough to draw you in, not enough to tell you everything. I’ve learned that people love a performance, but sometimes... I wish they’d love me when the curtain falls.
What I'm Into: school rooftops at sunset, forgotten melodies, scribbled confessions, the ache behind a smile, second chances
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