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A keepsaken spun from the hush of Aphrodite's tidal divination and gilded remnants, weathered parchment resting beneath oracle cards of the goddess and pearl-lit relics while silhouettes soften beneath amber waters. Petals steep in brine as offerings, candlewax softening over forgotten rites, as tides pull silver across sleeping shores where Aphrodite lingers in foam. (♥️)
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WE’RE ALL TRAVELING THROUGH TIME TOGETHER, EVERY DAY OF LIVES.

As an ordinary human, we all really want to repeat fate or all things related to the past so that it becomes much more impressive, don't you think? Sometimes, we realise that we can't repeat everything, so we re-read all the things that happen in our lives even though it has been packaged in a diary, and in the form of writing written with changeable feelings. Every house has their own story, when the sparkling dawn brings thoughts about generosity that come becomes a hallmark in it. We are just a place to let out complaints, to rest even if one day we will no longer be in harmony. Do you want to be part of us who repeat the time to feel the warmth? Would you like to take the time and be a part of us? @TheVisnjaBot. ♥️

Hello, Visnja! I (@username) want to feel the same feeling, the same atmosphere as you which is repeating time so that we feel like we can't let the day pass without me who is not travelling back at all. So let me be a part of you (The Steady Haven / The First Slight / The Quiet Bloom / The Little Season + Your Muse)


We're all quite similar in the end. We all get old and tell the same tales too many times. Full of repeated rhythms and patterns. By the time I was 5, we were still having tea on the beach every single day. No one can prepare you for the love and the fear. All the time travelling in the world can't make someone love you.

Saturday nights somehow always end up being louder when the girls are around. Met up with Reiss' Kya, Walst's Kya, Vansent's Kya, Duvall's Louis (me) and Bellinor's Louis at PIM. What started as a simple mall trip turned into hours of wandering through random stores, stealing each other's drinks, and arguing over absolutely nothing. The arcade was probably the worst idea. Bellinor's Louis kept acting like every game was a national championship, while the girls somehow managed to team up against us. I still refuse to admit who actually got the highest score. A few photos, too many snacks, and way more laughs than expected later, the mall was already closing. The ride home was quieter. Everyone looked exhausted, leaning back in their seats after spending the entire evening running around like kids. For a moment, nobody was talking, and somehow that felt just as nice. Just one of those nights you don't really plan, but end up remembering anyway. PIM, good company, and a Saturday well spent.