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r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
I dragged him toward the parking lot, fumbling to remember where I’d left my car. People stared, startled, then decided it was none of their business, which let me dragged Remy all the way to the door.
“Let’s ask Valentin, then. Are you two really just friends?” I slammed him against the car with only half my strength, and my head began to throb again, fiercely.
( @FOLAMOURIA )
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
My vision swam, thrown off by a pulse so loud I could hear it with my own ears. So this was what people meant by “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴”? This was not what I had prepared to find.
“Lo…” It took me a moment to shake the drone from my ears before I could speak. “Bukan cuma pembohong. Lo juga murahan.” I wasn’t sure I cared anymore if he walked out of my life. Only yesterday I’d been convinced the fault was mine, but this time?
What exactly was I lacking?
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
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INGKAR JANJI BAYAR DENGAN JARI.
Kesepakatan ada akan sebab, janji ada untuk mengikat. Ini antara sulung dan bungsu Hutomo, serampangan dan penuh darah.
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r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
No one asks you if you are ready for love. No one enters your life on a Tuesday evening night and explains, You are going to love me now. You are going to love so much. No one looks you in the eyes, tells you, l am going to love you now.
And, are you ready?
/ OUCH.
My vision swam, thrown off by a pulse so loud I could hear it with my own ears. So this was what people meant by “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴”? This was not what I had prepared to find.
“Lo…” It took me a moment to shake the drone from my ears before I could speak. “Bukan cuma pembohong. Lo juga murahan.” I wasn’t sure I cared anymore if he walked out of my life. Only yesterday I’d been convinced the fault was mine, but this time?
What exactly was I lacking?
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
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LANCE: Hari gini masih kepo aja sama akun siapa karakter siapa, masih zaman banget kah memangnya. Kalau enggak diajak, enggak usah lancang.
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r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
I caught Remy by the wrist and helped him off his bar stool, half hauling him along. As I went, I glanced back at Nayaka, who watched us go with open unease.
Outside, I found what I was looking for. I have a nose for empty corners, and this one was a narrow alley wedged between Eden and a jamu stall. I steered Remy a few steps into its shadow, because I needed his answers in a quieter environment, without a thousand people shouting over them. I hoped he’d cooperate before I had to get rough with him.
“Valentin Salazar. Does that name ring a bell?” ( @FOLAMOURIA )
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
( Me passing that paper. )
“Lo gak denger dari gue ya, Jer.” Nayaka pressed a crumpled scrap of paper into my palm, a phone number scrawled across it. If I didn’t copy it down fast, the digits would be swallowed by the brown bloom of oxidation, the paper gone soft and stained from the sweat of a clenched fist.
I stood there, silent, still weighing it.
Had Remy really lied to me? Maybe I should ask Rex to pull Eden’s CCTV footage. It wouldn’t be hard, since I know the caretaker here.
“Thanks.” At my clipped reply, Nayaka seemed to decide she had waded in deep enough. Her eyes drifted to Remy, who was in his own little bubble at the bar, ordering drinks, blissfully unaware of what I was holding.
There was a flicker of sympathy in Nayaka’s look as it settled on her. Then she brushed past me and slid back into her seat beside Nayandra. I tucked the paper into my pocket and walked over to Remy. “Sini deh aku mau ngomong.”
( @FOLAMOURIA )
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
“Lo gak denger dari gue ya, Jer.” Nayaka pressed a crumpled scrap of paper into my palm, a phone number scrawled across it. If I didn’t copy it down fast, the digits would be swallowed by the brown bloom of oxidation, the paper gone soft and stained from the sweat of a clenched fist.
I stood there, silent, still weighing it.
Had Remy really lied to me? Maybe I should ask Rex to pull Eden’s CCTV footage. It wouldn’t be hard, since I know the caretaker here.
“Thanks.” At my clipped reply, Nayaka seemed to decide she had waded in deep enough. Her eyes drifted to Remy, who was in his own little bubble at the bar, ordering drinks, blissfully unaware of what I was holding.
There was a flicker of sympathy in Nayaka’s look as it settled on her. Then she brushed past me and slid back into her seat beside Nayandra. I tucked the paper into my pocket and walked over to Remy. “Sini deh aku mau ngomong.”
( @FOLAMOURIA )
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
Then again, I’m hardly in better shape than they are. Barely a few days after I’d let myself believe my life could start over with someone, I learned that the person I was seeing had turned up at Eden with another man while I was laid up sick.
(Well, we weren’t officially together, just circling each other in the early courting stage, but it was still something I had to get to the bottom of.) And I wasn’t the only one who knew.
Plenty of people did, Nayaka Rakawira among them. It’s true what I told Remy: I have eyes everywhere. Name almost any corner of Jakarta and I could tell you where I’ve planted a source. So why on earth does Remy refuse to believe me?
I’ve arranged to meet Nayaka, and it would be perfect if Remy could come along too, so I can cross-check the story on the spot.
iMessage to Kak Nayaka ( @ruhrawi )
:: Kak sibuk gak?
:: Eden yuk ajak si Nayandra jelek
𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘵
/ Alamak kena lah aku…
Then again, I’m hardly in better shape than they are. Barely a few days after I’d let myself believe my life could start over with someone, I learned that the person I was seeing had turned up at Eden with another man while I was laid up sick.
(Well, we weren’t officially together, just circling each other in the early courting stage, but it was still something I had to get to the bottom of.) And I wasn’t the only one who knew.
Plenty of people did, Nayaka Rakawira among them. It’s true what I told Remy: I have eyes everywhere. Name almost any corner of Jakarta and I could tell you where I’ve planted a source. So why on earth does Remy refuse to believe me?
I’ve arranged to meet Nayaka, and it would be perfect if Remy could come along too, so I can cross-check the story on the spot.
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
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𝖢𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺, 𝖨𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺 | Nov 7, 2026.
Sat, 12:30 AM WIB.
Ini kanal betul-betul nguras kesabaran, tapi adiktif sekali untuk ditonton. But still worth to watch, since my Q4 is equally bad as this 2026 season.
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r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
Tw and cw : Domestic argument , physical force / restraint , vehicular threat / reckless driving , emotional confession.
“Love used to be here 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, he knows love must have been. Once, love 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣. He falls in love 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮! Aren’t these words supposed to catch 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀?”
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
#vforvalentin
#traineelife
Been doing a lot of thinking lately.
It is not easy being this handsome, rich, smart and talented at the same time.
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
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Rekaman suara dari; Eklips.
Gemerisik, suara hembusan napas, dan tawa berat menjadi latar utama rekaman ini di mulai.
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r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
I am not sorry that Jeremiah is a monster, and villain. Because this isn’t me. I am not sorry that my feelings and moods have inspired some of the most terrible and horrific solos I have written for him.
I don’t think it is possible to understand from which place someone’s inspiration rises.
Writing for such dark character doesn’t make us sick, it just makes us creative. I think writing is about taking a small detail or feeling and imagining all that could grow from it.
You are not your muse. But your muse is yours.
And I’m not sorry for anything I might have written about him? Because, this isn't an autobiography. This is his story.
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
And happy, hopeful, colourful, depressed, exhausted, excited. Maybe you won’t see it this way, but I deeply believe that everyone here needs this place and muses to speak for all that they cannot.
Whether it is for personal reasons, or whether it for reasons we do not always have control on: family, religion, political, economical.
We all have great days, and we all have terrible days. I think this just amazing that we have this means of communication.
Sometimes writing about the mindset of your muse in a certain way, is more effective in unloading your own than any other ways we could use.
r͟e͟m͟y͟ angelo. * retweeted
As a wannabe writer, I have tried comprehending who he is this, 1) doesn’t mean the thoughts I’ve imagined he thinks, are mine, 2) doesn’t mean the feelings he feels are those I do, 3) but sometimes it just does. Sometimes, I’m angry, I’m obsessed with my boyfriend. And this translates in more rage.
His actions are not mines, they are far more repressible and far more terrible, but they originate from the same place. This doesn’t make me a bad person.
This makes me real, and flawed and angry sometimes, and sad too.