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OCTOBER OF 12TH, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)
Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.
Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @HerdOfDauvignon, @HusvomMeiers, @KissofLoove, @ALTEFIORE, @GODRICT, & @Eeljes. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ /ㅤ NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots balsa and grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
OCTOBER OF 12TH, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)
Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.
Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @HerdOfDauvignon, @HusvomMeiers, @KissofLoove, @ALTEFIORE, @GODRICT, & @Eeljes. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ /ㅤ NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots balsa and grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
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Rise and shine, Sorbees! Wishing you a peaceful and well-deserved weekend. ♥️
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Forwarded from SCALDEN FAMILY: The Heart Behind the Stethoscope. 🤍🩺
Yooo guys, tonight we seriously had no plan at all but somehow it turned into one of those nights. We just kept walking, laughing at random things, and talking about stuff that made zero sense but somehow made sense to us. The city lights were doing their thing, the food slapped, and of course too many ‘wait, one more photo’ moments (as if our phones weren’t already dying LOL). With Ostendl’s Yunha, Scalden’s Sullyoon, & Leclair’s Stella who wouldn’t stop hyping each other up like it’s a concert at every corner. Theeeen there are Kheraeld’s Ni-ki, Rühmer’s Woonhak, and Dewmourne’s Seonghyeon who turned every random stop into a whole photoshoot and somehow made strangers join in and lastly, Rosenvelt’s Anton, Sörguine’s Minju, Edurne’s Minju, and Silvyrnee’s James who basically carried the night with the best jokes, chaos, and the energy that kept us out till midnight. Honestly, it’s not even about where we went, it’s about how it felt.. loud, a little unhinged, but kinda perfect. Same time next week? Maybe. 👀
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