Boleh ikut gak ya

yg merasa SA DARI FAMILY NYA BERUBAH JADI 27, 28, 29, 30 DAN LEAVE CH KAMI, tolong konfirm.

jangan curang, beb.

even gue org yg ramah, jamet dsb klau dicurangin pasti gue ngamuk, anw.

waduh, ketauan nih. hayoooo.

yah, akun setan

terimakasih kepada bot autoban tetangga *colek Etherhail

(𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍.)
By this day’s numeral, this letter is sent to consecrate the moment for those herein named, who stand today in their mensive hour. ㅤ🎠🎟
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤ•ㅤ───────
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Turned, leaf by leaf, as a storybook abundant with manifold tellings, are the warm and time-worn endowments of enchantment we gather as remembrance. Thus, set forth is this salutation, consecrated in intent and reserved in love, for: @DiemerHall and @KibouSouls upon their marked and special day. May these words serve as a benediction rather than a greeting alone: to thicken the bonds already entwined, to beckon forthcoming recollections of deeper hue yet to be lived and lovingly kept, and to grace each ordinary day with inexhaustible regard and an ever-sustaining presence of care—so that what has been may endure, and what is yet to come may unfold with kindness, constancy, and light.


𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭-𝘥𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴,
@HouseOfSteinwalds. 🩶🪩

On this bright morning, Steinwalds’ A-na, who clearly had way too much free time, decided to stir up trouble at the Rouze household. At this point, it was basically part of her daily routine. No one could even keep track of how many times she had shown up just to mess with them, and honestly, the Rouze family had long since given up reacting.

Out of sheer boredom, Rouze’s Ella ended up sacrificing herself and agreed to take a walk around the neighborhood with A-na.

“Sunday morning rain is falling,” A-na sang.

“But it’s not Sunday already,” Ella pointed out.

“Exactly! Makanya hujan ga turun,” A-na shot back, and just like that, they both burst into laughter.

They walked around the neighborhood, laughing at the smallest things, occasionally tossing random song lyrics at each other and slipping into easy conversation. It felt light and effortless, the kind of fun that did not need a reason. Anyone who did not know them would have probably assumed they were twins.

hype us dong tinnies ><👆

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VLOGGERS.  /  BAIT ON VILLAGË. Fields into periphery within paddy-terraces throughout aureole of mist and life habits.

⋆ 🌾 Highlighting to everyones. Fraternity and the soil becomes palimpsests' of ancestrals exertions: every parcel of loam bears sedimentary layers of memoire calloused once shaped the same fields. To nurture the kinship that binds us, we now invite new kindred to join our fold.

     (𐋃 (2000-2004)
    THE STEADY HARVESTER.

     (𐋃  (2005-2007)
     THE SPRIGHTLY WANDERER.

     (𐋃  (2008-2010)
     THE NIMBLE REAPER.
        
Modes. Camera–chore, in visualism appears within a farming synthesis and asked the seeds to-literacy on taken-list of ours, before reach out in gratifications. ♥️

 Greetings, Majerle! In cylical earth, I would like to be a guard in siblings-fields, heres. I, @username (full name) and (muse name + lines). Will live as the STEADY/SPRIGHTLY/NIMBLE part of yours and we'll make a phenomenon in monsoon clouds-asap. Much obliged.

  With seedlings. Hear your
  message and send it to hills
  of @MajerleBot in primordial. ✶
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