Hari nie matahari SGT terik 🥵🌞🔥 TP q rela banting tulang tuk kluwargaku SÖRGUINE di rumah,,, 🏡🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 spya mreka BS mkaN enak … 😭😌🍜🍤🍿🍲

I miss you, Sorbees

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SEPTEMBER OF 20TH, 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: @courthlace, @ReverieOfAmity, @Morbane, @GowanSuite, @FamilieSchumann, @HiddenBureau, @Samniont, & @Berthouven. 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

absen sebut nama untuk diramal, corbees 🌀

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SEPTEMBER OF 22ND, 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: @Bluesofgoury & @myldemoor. 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

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙐𝙇𝙎𝙀
𝙊𝙁 𝙕𝙊𝙊𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙄𝘼𝙉 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉. 🦊🚨

Hear the proclamation carried upon the avenues of ‘DOUCHERON’, a metropolis of paradox where joyous disorder and whimsical balance awaken with each dawn. The call goes forth for chosen souls, to be gathered under appointed archetypes. Mark well the TAKEN LIST already decreed, and heed the accompanying notes before presenting your declaration.

Parental Figure (1980-1993)
Aunty & Uncle Figure (1994-1999)
Children Figure (2000-2011)

Dispatch your submission to @DoucheronBot. With open arms, we await your arrival and extend a spirited welcome.

Greetings, dear Douche! With calm sincerity and a dash of joy, I come forth: I am (NAME & USERNAME), reflecting (MUSE & LINE) as my countenance. It is with hope and eagerness that I seek a place among this vibrant kin as a (PARENT / UNCLE / AUNTY / CHILD). I offer my thanks with a grateful heart. 🧡

The doors of DOUCHERON are wide open. 🦦🚔
A house-shaped city, alive with warmth and comfort, is waiting for your footsteps.
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SEPTEMBER OF 23RD, 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: @TheeRomanovna & @LeclairFamilie. 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