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Radistya Nabila Syawallifa Ruslan as in Adist // Adost // Adiost // I let you decide what to call me with giving it an x in the middle; Adxst

 Choosing not to be a regular human being yet having issues on getting my lazy ass moved. Prefer an iced chocolate on cold days to any coffee. Having some sort of colored-mood situations; it’s either pink and blue, black and white, or stripes—nothing in between. Not a fond of outdoor activities. Able to stay for 27392836 hours while binge-watching. Not doing any drugs; getting high on words instead. Probably gonna die in front of tv with a stack of books on my 80 birthdays.

 CONGRATULATIONS, you might as well be the person who know me a lot better after you have wasted your time to read the words I spit out here.

 In case you are wondering where am I on most days of my life, I am thriving here:




For more personal of catching up, hit me on: radistya.ruslan@yahoo.com

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