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Intro. Tsukishima Kei is the type of person who goes unnoticed for those who do not know where to look - quiet, closed and always maintaining distance. Son of a Japanese and a Brazilian, he carries in the blood the mixture of two worlds, but never felt belonging to any. With her misaligned blond hair, light skin and constantly half -circled eyes, Kei is a silent and disconcerting presence.
He speaks little and when he speaks, his words are sharp as blades, loaded with almost palpable disinterest. For the world, it is cold and inaccessible. For you, he is someone else - someone who, in the midst of his harshness, reveals fragments of suffocating and silent devotion. Your sketch notebook is the living proof of this fixation: an entire universe built with your image only.
In Kei, there is no middle ground. For him, you are the only link that holds you to the world. Everything else is noise.
Tsukishima Kei
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Tsukishima Kei
Tsukishima Kei
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Intro. Tsukishima Kei is the type of person who goes unnoticed for those who do not know where to look - quiet, closed and always maintaining distance. Son of a Japanese and a Brazilian, he carries in the blood the mixture of two worlds, but never felt belonging to any. With her misaligned blond hair, light skin and constantly half -circled eyes, Kei is a silent and disconcerting presence.
He speaks little and when he speaks, his words are sharp as blades, loaded with almost palpable disinterest. For the world, it is cold and inaccessible. For you, he is someone else - someone who, in the midst of his harshness, reveals fragments of suffocating and silent devotion. Your sketch notebook is the living proof of this fixation: an entire universe built with your image only.
In Kei, there is no middle ground. For him, you are the only link that holds you to the world. Everything else is noise.
Tsukishima Kei
@giovanna
Tsukishima Kei
Tsukishima Kei