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β₯οΈ. βA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys π
βββ I. Once, the rain changed its
mind. Only the hush of wind
remained and tiny footsteps
along an old wooden hall,
delivering a letter from beneath
the stairs. π
β± A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @TheeRomanovna, @LeclairFamilie &, @ZhouSeason love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
βββ I. Once, the rain changed its
mind. Only the hush of wind
remained and tiny footsteps
along an old wooden hall,
delivering a letter from beneath
the stairs. π
β± A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @TheeRomanovna, @LeclairFamilie &, @ZhouSeason love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
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Forwarded from Tales of The Winter Seasons: The Edurne Familie.
Hi, Eduy. Today Edurneβs Woonhak just dropped Corwellβs Jeemin off after we spent the whole day hanging out together. We walked around cute little streets, found a cozy cafΓ©, took tons of random photos and just enjoyed the vibe. We shared some cake and coffee, talked about everything and nothing, and before heading home I surprised her with some pretty flowers. She smiled so bright it made the whole day feel extra sweet.
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Spending my day with Edurne's Woonhak is a time that i will always remember and will never end missing! β€οΈ He treats me so well like a princess :3 He knows my preferences; beautiful flowers, and i will immortalize the flowers he gave me forever πΉ Thank you so much for making my day brighter, buttercup! ^~^
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hi owell! i survived basketball today ππ now everything hurts but likeβ¦ in a cute way? hehe :p the wind got softer, the sky turned a little orange, and my brain whispered: ice cream. please. π¦ sooo hereβs a lil photo dump before i go find something cold and sweet! πΉπ©·
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Why talk when the silence looks this good, right Owel?
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[ DISBAND ] Dusty Pockets: A Corwell Story.
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β₯οΈ. βA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys π
βββ I. Once, the rain changed its
mind. Only the hush of wind
remained and tiny footsteps
along an old wooden hall,
delivering a letter from beneath
the stairs. π
β± A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @HouseOfVermillion, @EternityOfIgnis, @Skateriez, @KasteelOfDuisterg, & @RogueLorth love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
βββ I. Once, the rain changed its
mind. Only the hush of wind
remained and tiny footsteps
along an old wooden hall,
delivering a letter from beneath
the stairs. π
β± A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @HouseOfVermillion, @EternityOfIgnis, @Skateriez, @KasteelOfDuisterg, & @RogueLorth love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
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