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Notebook with Puffy Covers - Written Into the SugarFace
Notebook with Puffy Covers - Written Into the SugarFace
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Written into the SugarFace- for those who taste too sweet, and grow too bitter to stay silent
This is not just a notebook. This is a protest in pink. A soft cover that hides the sharp truth. It was born from a real photo, a real 6am moment. It's smile, but cover hides the salted sugar of survival - the kind that stick to your heart for wearing a pink light for too long, and too bitter to keep magical dreams stepping away.
Written into the SugarFace is made for those who gave too much. It's for ones who don't need permission to create, to write, to make magic with touch. For the ones who like cupcakes served with wounds, tears with smiles, trends without imposed colors of light. A notebook for those who use the hands and transform languages into poetry, and dreams into infinite love.
For those who want to taste some technical details:
Comes in three sizes A5, B5, and A4 with 128 pages (64 sheets) in 90 gsm paper, no sweetness is too sweet to be felt.
Ruled or not, because some of us need structure, some of us ARE truth.
It has a soft, matte puffy cover, just like a candy that doesn't lie.
Comes in three sizes A5, B5, and A4 with 128 pages (64 sheets) in 90 gsm paper, no sweetness is too sweet to be felt.
Ruled or not, because some of us need structure, some of us ARE truth.
It has a soft, matte puffy cover, just like a candy that doesn't lie.
Note from the creators:
It carries a true moment. A photograph took on a morning walk toward a job that couldn't fit the ball dress. It was seen by the pink universe. It isn't polished. It isn't polite. It's a pastel dresses in tears and sweat over forgotten skies.
It carries a true moment. A photograph took on a morning walk toward a job that couldn't fit the ball dress. It was seen by the pink universe. It isn't polished. It isn't polite. It's a pastel dresses in tears and sweat over forgotten skies.
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