ILLIT just made their comeback with Do the Dance and it’s so amazingg! Happy comeback for ILLIT rp-ers, especially our beloved Minju 🩷

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JUNE OF 17TH, 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: @TheHansley, @TheAusteense, @MertzlanFamilia, @Delmeist, @sethlore, @TheDoucheron, & @TheVaughns. 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.
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JUNE OF 18TH, 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: @TheEdurne, @RuhmerAhl & @Schouvert. 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

What a beautiful weather today, right Sorbees? Cool, golden, and suspiciously romantic. Birds chirped like an overenthusiastic winged matchmakers. While I claimed we should just go out to see the sunrise, the truth is I, Sörguine's Myungjae, simply wanted more time with Eyre's Taesan. We bundled up and walked through the cozy streets, eventually stopping by a small café near the t-junction for breakfast. Lots of strangers passed by with a smile and a child also waved at us. How adorable.. Oh right, I also gave him a flower bouquet. Though, it's not just any flower. It's a hand-picked flower that's been growing in my lungs. (If you get the reference.)

We took dozens of photos. Well, mostly of him, laughing, cheeks flushed, eyes practically glowing. I wish I could show you, but I fear you'd crumble under the sheer force of his cuteness cause I nearly did. If time had allowed, I would've stayed with him until the stars came out, but sadly, duty called by noon. 🥲 Still, it amazes me of how one person can feel so much like home, you forget the rest of the world keeps turning.