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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happy weekend, owel! πΈβοΈ i hope today feels light and soft for you, like the first bite of something sweet on a summer saturday π¦πΏ may your day be filled with little moments that make you smile πΌ even if theyβre small, and may you find a quiet pocket of peace just for yourself 𫧠donβt forget to rest, breathe, and enjoy something you love, even if itβs as simple as your favorite snack π―β¨ sending you a soft βcheersβ to the weekend! ποΈπ
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Corwell's pharita & ahyeon join the dance challenge which is currently popular, have you tried it? Actually we just woke up but dd ahyeon asked me to do this dance, I have to get ready to dress up to look pretty and I really like wearing glasses. dd ahyeon likes it I like wearing white clothes, I say I want to look like a fairy. But it's true, my little sister is like a fairy. Before recording, we kept laughing, because my little one laughs easily. Soon I will give you a behind the scene video π
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trio imut corwell:p
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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, @Paranovrmal @TheGritner @KinofGreesacht 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, @Paranovrmal @TheGritner @KinofGreesacht 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 Of Tints and Homes: Greesacht Familia.
βββββββ π¦.....
LEAVES CARRIED BY BREEZE. Φ΄ΦΆΦΈ πβΉ ΰ£ͺΛβ©
(BIRDS BEGIN TO FERCH ON BRANCHES.)
Oranges tumble, nature was genuinely most marvellousβholding warm memories in every corner of ambrosual flourishing blossoms and heat of sun. \ Hulsenbeck: Kin-Of-Greesacht. \ Open The Gate!
AUNTY & UNCLE. (1994-1999.)
β’ (2000-2003.) THE ELDEST. β
THE MIDDLE. | (2004-2006.)
β’ (2007-2010.) YOUNGEST.
Bliss and merriment, are in one sentences to yearning for bona-fide romantism. Not merely connecting hearts, not merely reach dreams and forgetting the pastβyet to embrace and appreciate every candescent of grass that records us.
β€Ώ It Could Bloom, In Soul, In Core.
Youth, time of beauteous. It shall not dissipate solely by forgetting, because every atmosphere that witnesses the anecdote will constantly intertwined the heart in myriad way. βI can sense the scent of blossoms, making me drown and ecstasy, everytime I close my eyes, that's where my childhood was neatly arranged.β
MAIL YOUR LETTER: @GreesachtBot.
CARD-BEEN-TAKEN. \ TAKEN LIST.
βββ Linked Core: Kin Of Greesacht.
LEAVES CARRIED BY BREEZE. Φ΄ΦΆΦΈ πβΉ ΰ£ͺΛβ©
(BIRDS BEGIN TO FERCH ON BRANCHES.)
Oranges tumble, nature was genuinely most marvellousβholding warm memories in every corner of ambrosual flourishing blossoms and heat of sun. \ Hulsenbeck: Kin-Of-Greesacht. \ Open The Gate!
AUNTY & UNCLE. (1994-1999.)
β’ (2000-2003.) THE ELDEST. β
THE MIDDLE. | (2004-2006.)
β’ (2007-2010.) YOUNGEST.
Bliss and merriment, are in one sentences to yearning for bona-fide romantism. Not merely connecting hearts, not merely reach dreams and forgetting the pastβyet to embrace and appreciate every candescent of grass that records us.
Salute, Kin Of Greesacht! I, Muse and ID genuinely desire to connecting my soul into your cycle of pilgrimage. Born, (0000). I will take the (Aunty/Uncle, Eld-Mid-Young.) as my figure. Embrace the new euphonious within my heart, Kin Of Greesacht. Thank you!
β€Ώ It Could Bloom, In Soul, In Core.
Youth, time of beauteous. It shall not dissipate solely by forgetting, because every atmosphere that witnesses the anecdote will constantly intertwined the heart in myriad way. βI can sense the scent of blossoms, making me drown and ecstasy, everytime I close my eyes, that's where my childhood was neatly arranged.β
MAIL YOUR LETTER: @GreesachtBot.
CARD-BEEN-TAKEN. \ TAKEN LIST.
βββ Linked Core: Kin Of Greesacht.
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Forwarded from Wellington: House of Artisan Tea
π£Ώ The heavenly symphony of beauty resonates through the rolling hills and verdant gardens of the serene estate for the dearest, Beaulieu. The symbolic familial love, filled with the urge to bask one another with endless joy of companion. The beauty of heaven.βββ As the mansionβs doors open, a warm invitation echoes, seeking lost beauties to bask in the love they deserve. The angelic guardians of Beaulieu stand watch, their wings spread wide as their eyes careful selected what they sought:
β§ β Mother figure (1980 - 1991)
β§ β Oncs & Tatas (1992 - 1996)
β§ β Children (1997 - 2005)
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Bonjour, Beaulieu! I am {your muse name & line} + {your @}, here with the intention to share love through the tight famille bond with you. I come with a deep promise to unite with the famille that resides within these walls.β
. . . π ποΈ
The messenger, @LeBeaulieuBot, awaited responses. Send your greetings, and let the beautiful journey begin.