In the breeze that blows from the hot afternoon until the sunset— Swift's Soobin & Zachruelle’s Sullyoon spend their time relaxing outdoors. As we sat by the lake two swans seemed to be crossing the river gracefully, the grass there was really cool to sit on. For so long, we feel hungry. Don’t the cafes and sweets look tempting? Photo spots in every corner of the city also caught our attention. Ah, I wish time would stop so this pleasant walk could last longer. Donʼt you agreed, Sullyoon?
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A modest yet meaningful Courthlace’s Scoups birthday staycation—bathed in soft sunlight, quiet footsteps over rugged stone and a lunch that felt like warmth served on a plate. Just the two of us— Swift’s Mingyu & Courthlace’s Scoups kindred friends, like siblings in spirit sharing lighthearted laughter as our shadows stretched and swayed across the rocks, as if time paused just for us. Later that evening, we sat across from one another at a rustic wooden table, savoring artfully plated dishes that felt like gentle rewards. No grand celebration needed just tranquil moments, familiar banter and the comfort of being fully present with someone who feels like home.
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A modest yet meaningful Courthlace’s Scoups birthday staycation—bathed in soft sunlight, quiet footsteps over rugged stone and a lunch that felt like warmth served on a plate. Just the two of us— Swift’s Mingyu & Courthlace’s Scoups kindred friends, like siblings in spirit sharing lighthearted laughter as our shadows stretched and swayed across the rocks, as if time paused just for us. Later that evening, we sat across from one another at a rustic wooden table, savoring artfully plated dishes that felt like gentle rewards. No grand celebration needed just tranquil moments, familiar banter and the comfort of being fully present with someone who feels like home.
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Those now engaged in festivities can lay claim to this ever-rare moment of radiant worth: short yet grace-laden. Season of sunbathing has come upon us when hearts rejoice in triumph. 🌻
Shall we sing a melody of fortune, through shines of yellowed beam. This is the time of hope, when happiness flows in streams of golden wine whilst men and women get intoxicated in the delightful company of others. A noble occasion like today possesses the charm of a monthly festivity fired beneath the free-giving sun of summer—a time when souls are coming into freedom under the sun, and joy can flow readily from heart to tongue. On behalf of @HomeOfSwift melody choir, we congratulate the mentioned neighborhoods on their felicitations, @SerenityOfEnami @blissette @TheRedFern, turn this moment into the best-colored canvas there is. May this celebration be adorned with smiles broad as morning. Let it not be forgotten: such days are the poetry of life, while you are its beloved verses.
Shall we sing a melody of fortune, through shines of yellowed beam. This is the time of hope, when happiness flows in streams of golden wine whilst men and women get intoxicated in the delightful company of others. A noble occasion like today possesses the charm of a monthly festivity fired beneath the free-giving sun of summer—a time when souls are coming into freedom under the sun, and joy can flow readily from heart to tongue. On behalf of @HomeOfSwift melody choir, we congratulate the mentioned neighborhoods on their felicitations, @SerenityOfEnami @blissette @TheRedFern, turn this moment into the best-colored canvas there is. May this celebration be adorned with smiles broad as morning. Let it not be forgotten: such days are the poetry of life, while you are its beloved verses.
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(Daygather: Returns.) ❦
IIㅡSeason’s Favour: Tabled in Quiet Bloom
“.. Linen—Spun 16.” Reverie Accord.
The clock turns, like the slow pouring of sunlight over wooden floors. This day, carried in softened breath and cupboard warmth, we re-align with the season, marking not just our age, but the harvest of our being. Moments stitched from old laughter, early hours, and buttered quietude make up our shape. We are not sudden, we are brewed. The season remembers us in light, like a song hummed over dishes.
This page of the calendar bends gently in your favor. Let our breath settle into its place beneath summer rafters. We are here, once more, as we’ve always been—together, like a note in the familial key. In all ways that matter, cheers to our day, Swift's Kazuha.
Calendula Recurred /.. (Cupboard, Flare.)
Restitched Beneath Apricene Rafters. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Daygather: Returns.) ❦
IIㅡSeason’s Favour: Tabled in Quiet Bloom
“.. Linen—Spun 16.” Reverie Accord.
The clock turns, like the slow pouring of sunlight over wooden floors. This day, carried in softened breath and cupboard warmth, we re-align with the season, marking not just our age, but the harvest of our being. Moments stitched from old laughter, early hours, and buttered quietude make up our shape. We are not sudden, we are brewed. The season remembers us in light, like a song hummed over dishes.
This page of the calendar bends gently in your favor. Let our breath settle into its place beneath summer rafters. We are here, once more, as we’ve always been—together, like a note in the familial key. In all ways that matter, cheers to our day, Swift's Kazuha.
Calendula Recurred /.. (Cupboard, Flare.)
Restitched Beneath Apricene Rafters. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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