@eliselfbvre: Puis j’ai dit le mot journée 10 fois quoi 🤓 #dayinmylifevlog #homevlog #noproductivity #summervlog #unejourneeavecmoi

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helo🍒 :
Mais merci quand je passe ma journée sur mon téléphone, j’ai l’impression d’avoir rien fait alors qu’en fait c’est pas si grave 😝
2026-08-09 13:41:54
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anouk_gaspar
Anouk 💓 :
mon chien d’amour
2026-08-09 15:58:53
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my.myyyyy
mylenabalic :
j’ai perdu toute productivité depuis que j’ai emménagé seule il y’a presque 2 ans, je fais rien de mes week end et c’est vrai que je culpabilise à mort quand je dit que j’ai rien fait, alors qu’on devrais pas 🫶🏼
2026-08-13 10:26:15
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amzinai.lau
Lau :
Si un jour dans la semaine ton seul programme c’est te reposer franchement c’est toi qui as compris la vie. La productivité à outrance est juste un résultat du capitalisme.
2026-08-10 11:04:59
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sun.clarisse
Sunclarisse⭐️ :
J’ai adoré ce vlog girl !
2026-08-10 10:05:25
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People often believed love was measured by grand gestures. Like expensive vacations, luxury gifts, surprise proposals beneath fireworks. The kind of romance people often shared online. Miu used to think so too until she married Lena. Because somewhere between busy mornings, late night talks, movie nights, and quiet evenings... She realized the happiest days of her life were built from moments so small that most people would've overlooked them. Every morning started exactly the same. Miu would stand in front of the bathroom mirror, lazily trying to fix her hair while still half asleep. She'd yawn, fail to straighten every curdled strand, groan dramatically, and start over. Behind her... Lena would quietly appear. She never announced herself. She'd simply wrap her arms around Miu's waist, resting her chin lightly on her shoulder while watching through the mirror.
People often believed love was measured by grand gestures. Like expensive vacations, luxury gifts, surprise proposals beneath fireworks. The kind of romance people often shared online. Miu used to think so too until she married Lena. Because somewhere between busy mornings, late night talks, movie nights, and quiet evenings... She realized the happiest days of her life were built from moments so small that most people would've overlooked them. Every morning started exactly the same. Miu would stand in front of the bathroom mirror, lazily trying to fix her hair while still half asleep. She'd yawn, fail to straighten every curdled strand, groan dramatically, and start over. Behind her... Lena would quietly appear. She never announced herself. She'd simply wrap her arms around Miu's waist, resting her chin lightly on her shoulder while watching through the mirror. "You missed a strand." Miu rolled her eyes without stopping. "I know. I'm trying." "I can see that." Miu held the hair straightener behind her without even looking. "...Fine." "You do it." Lena smiled to herself before taking it. Her fingers moved slowly through Miu's soft hair, carefully tracing every strand as though it were the most important task she'd be given that day. She never rushed. Never pulled too hard. Every movement was impossibly gentle. "There." Miu tilted her head from side to side, inspecting herself in the mirror. "...Show-off." "I'll take that as a compliment." Miu turned around just enough to poke Lena's cheek. "You enjoy proving you're better than me." "I enjoy taking care of my wife." "... unfair." Lena only laughed before stealing a quick kiss from the corner of Miu's lips. "Breakfast?" "...Only if you make coffee." "I already did." "...See?" "You spoil me." "I know." Breakfast never lasted very long, not because they were busy. But because Miu always ended up eating from Lena's plate instead of her own. Every. Single. Morning. "You pick pancakes." "And?" "So why are you eating my toast?" "It looks better." "It's literally the same bread." "It came from your plate. Why, don't you want to share it with me?" Lena looked down at her own breakfast before quietly sliding it toward Miu. "There. You can have it." Miu smiled triumphantly. "I knew you'd surrender." "I wasn't aware this was a battle." "It always is." Lena simply shook her head before taking Miu's untouched pancakes instead. "...You're unbelievable." "You married me anyway." "...I did." "And?" "...I'd do it again." Miu's smile softened. "So would I." Even leaving for work somehow became part of their routine. Lena was always ready first, suit perfectly pressed and tie neatly straightened. Meanwhile, Miu would still be searching for her keys. "My bag..." "...Where did I put my bag?" Lena silently pointed toward the chair by the front door. "Oh." "...Right." "My ID?" Lena reached into her own coat pocket before holding it out. "You forgot it yesterday." "...You had it this whole time?" "I was waiting to see how long it'd take you to notice." Miu gasped dramatically. "You're making fun of me." "Only a little." "I should divorce you." Lena smiled. "You've said that every time. You never mean it." "...You're right, I don't. " Before walking out Lena always stopped and examine Miu's clothes and dust it off. Fix the slightly crooked necklace she somehow always managed to twist, brush invisible lint from her shoulder. "You have everything?" "...I think." "Keys?" "Yes." "Wallet?" "...Yes." "Phone?" Miu immediately checked her pocket. "...Yes." Lena laughed softly. "Good." Then she leaned forward pressing one soft kiss against Miu's forehead. "For good luck." Miu smiled. "I thought you didn't believe in luck." "I don't." "I believe in making sure my wife starts her day smiling." ___ Continuation ⬇️⬇️ #LenaMiu #lenamiu #lalinalena #miunatsha

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