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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Hi, Owels! As a gentle reminder, we would like to inform all of our neighbors to fill in their lovely dates in this inputed link [https://t.me/StoryOfCorwell/14]. With all respect, Corwell. π€
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Λπ¦Ή Χ π π»ββοΈπΉ οΌ β Ϋͺ Where they discover affection and celebrate the mysterious journey into memories that become the most cherished. On the beloved date youβve long awaited, one that will never be forgotten, we truly hope to beβ¦
Λπ¦Ή Χ π π»ββοΈπΉ οΌ β Ϋͺ Where they discover affection and celebrate the mysterious journey into memories that become the most cherished. On the beloved date youβve long awaited, one that will never be forgotten, we truly hope to beβ¦
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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, @OldenVeil @MlNDWAVE @TheFerrovi @TheWalst @OldenVeil @CaveOfLoughrey @TargaryenEmpire 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, @OldenVeil @MlNDWAVE @TheFerrovi @TheWalst @OldenVeil @CaveOfLoughrey @TargaryenEmpire 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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The golden hours feel warmer when i think of you, Owell! π Orange light easily illuminates the beautiful face this afternoon, and the wind whispers blessings to me by cooling my heart >οΌΏοΌΏβ Hopefully the heartbeat of my sincerity can also be carried by the wind for you, my lovely Owell βΊοΈ
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