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【SoftBank SELECTION HeartBuds 無線耳機】心心設計好吸引 網店特價熱賣中

日本品牌 SoftBank，大家可能只會想到電話，其實都有推出一款非常熱賣的心心耳機，有香港網店從日本平行進口 SoftBank SELECTION HeartBuds 無線耳機，所以香港朋友想購買，都十分方便，這款以「令你變得可愛」的心形和動人配色為設計主題的無線耳機，就如飾物一樣佩戴，而且音質也非��好。 (more…) “”

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2022.10.28

有休使って免許更新してきた

まだ外で使えてないheartbuds

可愛い♥️

家の中ですのちゅーぶ聴きながら

夕飯作ったり洗い物したりするのは

コードがないからとても動きやすくなった

紺野彩夏&奥野壮、「仮面ライダージオウ」から再共演！ワイヤレスイヤホン「HeartBuds」PR動画

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. // from heartbud

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

@heartbud

[text:]  What is this number? If you’re a computer virus, please let me know.[text:]  Wait. Is this Mochizuki Meiko?[text:]  Mimi-kun entered your name into my phone as “ ฅ(*ΦωΦ*) ฅ “[text:]  And I apparently forgot that until just now. Please disregard my previous texts. I didn’t mean to call you a computer virus[text:]  I’m going to go ahead and dig myself a hole and crawl into it. Anyway, I hope you’re having a lovely evening!

maybe, to avoid tri spoilers, i’ll have meiko on her sideblog @heartbud until the english release.

So, there’s a rough side to my heart. The side closest to the center of my chest, just below the end of my throat. A small patch on my heart that’s rough like a tongue that’s covered with tastebuds— or heartbuds— that crave a certain sweetness. Do you know that sweetness? Do you know that craving? It’s a particular and powerful heart flavor. A pinpoint flash of something like like hope that spreads out slowly with a warmth. Maybe that warmth is sadness, and I can almost taste the sweetness.

Theres time when I’m more vulnerable to it, when I’m down, or I’m afraid, or I’m experiencing being separate from something. When I’m like this I imagine I can see the sweetness in other people, just out of my reach. I see it in the faces of people I don’t even know, in their smiles, or in the crinkling of their eyes. I see it in a hand that’s casually placed around a shoulder, or a hand that drops down around a waist. I imagine the sweetness following them into rooms that are closed to me. I imagine it surrounding them as they talk quietly, alone.

I often experience this when I feel something or someone has been taken from me. When I’ve moved, or left a job, or a relationship has ended. And the strange thing is, I’ve known the day-to-day of those relationships, what its like to be in the presence of those things or people: the difficulties, the subtle pleasures and comforts, the confusion, the disappointments, the realness of it. But the moment they’re absent or over I imagine them bathed in the sweetness, like they possess something they hadn’t shared with me yet. Yet. Always yet. That something hadn’t been unlocked or me, or I hadn’t unlocked it, but suddenly it was available to the world for the taking, and my hearted start craving a flavor they’ve never tasted, and I’m grieving something I never had to begin with.

The fantasy of that sweetness. It seems so real, but at the same time its cast in the vapors of half images. Half images of being plucked out of this life by someone or something and being cared for completely, being utterly adored. Hugged, surrounded, protected, with some unending, slightly neutered sexuality thrown in. Images of being at peace, sitting on a porch, maybe fixing something. Solid, confident, purposeful. And being purely loved. No pain, no complexity, no difficulty. Just surrounded by warmth. Innocent warmth. The sweetness.

It’s old, I know that. Something I wanted a long time ago. When I was a little kid I experienced it as a yearning for something I called “movie love.” Movie love that I saw in Cinderella, or any other Disney movie, or in Elizabeth Shue’s character in the original Karate Kid. I thought I saw it in Cara Slattery’s smile when I walked her home in the sixth grade, and it extended out into my friends’ homes. I felt like I saw it there, too, in the privacy of their families. Ive imagined it existing in steady jobs I didn’t take, in paths I didn’t choose. Always existing in something else or someone else, but never something I experienced directly.

Now I’m realizing that this old, confused sweetness fantasy has interfered with my life from time to time, like somehow along the way I kinda became addicted to that old craving. Its like a drug that hits so hard and feels so good with that weird, sweet pain that it makes reality seem blunted and gray. It has, at times, interfered with my ability to feel real hugs, to have real moments of connection. Interfered with my ability to learn what it looks like and what it feels like to have a real relationship in this mystery we call “adulthood.” To appreciate the subtleties of it. To take some responsibilities for the hard work and discovery that goes into making connections and feeling contentment. But again, and again, the call of that sweetness has pulled me out, and pulled me out.

So I’m trying to let go of it, the sweetness, and there’s a sadness in giving it up. Kind of a grieving for a grieving, but it doesn’t belong. I don’t know. I don’t know if this makes sense, but I want to be here.

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【SoftBank SELECTION HeartBuds】心心無線耳機新出 2 色 少女萌風爆棚

日本 SoftBank 早前推出的心心耳機，隨即成為大熱產品，最近 SoftBank SELECTION HeartBuds 無線耳機 更加推「Blue 湖水藍」和「Purple 迷幻紫」兩種新顏色，更請來了日本集英社雜誌 non-no 的獨家模特兒「紺野彩夏」為代言人。 (more…) “”

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nekoharuko replied to your post: “Since I’m going to use honorifics, I’d better get them right. These...”:

I'm sure we will what next movie! someone has to save meiko

Heck yea.

reliablejoukido replied to your post: “Since I’m going to use honorifics, I’d better get them right. These...”: 

[ I WISH WE KNEW IF JOU CALLS HER MEIKO-KUN ;A; ]

If not now, we’ll find out eventually! They haven’t really bonded on screen yet, but we def can make it so! 

“I’m feeling thankful today for the motivation that you give me to think about things and put them into words. So, there is a rough side to my heart, the side closest to the centre of my chest just below the end of my throat, a small patch on my heart that’s rough like a tongue that’s covered with little tastebuds or heartbuds that crave a certain sweetness. Do you know that sweetness? Do you know that craving? It’s a particular and powerful heart-flavour, a pin-point flash of something like hope that spreads out slowly with a warmth, maybe that warmth is sadness and I can almost taste the sweetness. There’s times when I am more vulnerable to it, when I’m down or I’m afraid or I’m experiencing being separate from something. When I’m like this I imagine I can see the sweetness in other people just out of my reach. I see it in the faces of people I don’t even know and in their smiles and in their crinkling of their eyes. I see it in the hand that is casually placed on a shoulder or a hand that drops down around the waist. I imagine the sweetness following them in the rooms that are closed to me, I imagine that surrounding them as they talk quietly, alone. I often experience this when I feel like something or someone has been taken from me, when I’ve moved or left a job or a relationship has ended, and the strange thing is I’ve known the day-to-day of those relationships, what it’s like to be in the presence of those things or people, the difficulties, the subtle pleasures, the comforts, the confusion, the disappointments, the realness of it. But the moment that they are absent or over, I suddenly imagine them bathed in the sweetness, like they possess something that they hadn’t shared with me yet. Yet, always yet. That something hadn’t been unlocked for me, or I hadn’t unlocked it, but suddenly it was available to the world for the taking, and my heartbuds start craving a flavour they’ve never tasted and I’m grieving something that I never had to begin with. The fantasy of that sweetness, it seems so real but at the same time it’s cast in the vapours of half-images, half-images of being plugged out of this life by someone or something and being cared for completely, being utterly adored, hugged, surrounded, protected with some unending slightly neutered innocent sexuality thrown in, images of being at peace, sitting on a porch, maybe fixing something, solid, confident, purposeful, and being purely loved, no pain, no complexity, no difficulty, just surrounded by warmth, innocent warmth, the sweetness. It’s all I’d known that the desire for something I’ve wanted a long time ago, when I was a little kid I experienced it as a yearning for movie love, the movie love I saw in Cinderella or any other Disney movie or Elizabeth Shoe’s character in the original Karate Kid. I thought I saw it in Kara Slathery’s smile when I walked her home in the sixth grade, and it extended out into my friends’ homes, and I felt like I saw it there too in the privacy of their families. I’ve imagined it existing in steady jobs I didn’t take and pets I didn’t choose, always existing in something else or someone else but never something I experienced directly. Now I’m realising that the old confused sweetness fantasy has interfered with my life from time to time, like somehow along the way I kinda became addicted to that old craving, it’s like a drug that hit so hard and feels so good with that weird sweet pain that it makes reality seem blunted and grey, but it has at times interfered with my ability to feel real hugs and to have real moments of connection. It has interfered with my ability to learn about what it looks like and what it feels like to have a real relationship in this mystery we call adulthood, to appreciate the subtleties of it, to take some responsibility for the hard work and discovery that goes into making connections  and feeling contentment, but again and again the call of that sweetness has pulled me out and pulled me out. So I’m trying to let go of it, the sweetness, and there is a sadness in giving it up, kind of a grieving for a grieving, but it doesn’t belong. I don’t know, I don’t know if this makes sense, but I wanna be here.” 

- Zefrank, “The Sweetness” on Youtube