Hello Sörbees! How’s your day so far? I’m sharing yesterday’s agenda with you. As always, I, Sörguine’s Zhang Jingyi brought my dog, Dou Zai, everywhere I went. He stayed close the whole day, from getting ready to moving between locations. These photos were taken during a drama shoot. Mirror checks, car rides, and small details I noticed, like the meaningful words, “Let go of your personal qualities, enjoy a better life,” and that sunset that made me stop for a second. It was a long day, but a meaningful one, and I’m grateful that I get to live days like this.
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Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest girl in the world? 👀
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Evening, Sorbees and Merelys! Me, Sörguine’s Winter sent Lysmere’s Karina out for our monthly groceries and baking ingredients hours ago, but the cocoa powder turned into a mini quest. I texted her and she was apparently confused. Then, I told her and moments later she found it, proud and triumphant. So, she rushed home, already buzzing to help me bake cookies. But she kept joking around in the kitchen, I even had to pinch her a few times just to get her focus. When the cookies came out perfectly, I asked her to take a picture of me wearing an apron and she told me to make a fierce face. And now, here we are. Who wants one right away? 🍪🤎
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JAN OF 26TH, 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. 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: @HouseOfMajerle. 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
JAN OF 26TH, 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. 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: @HouseOfMajerle. 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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