Happy weekend, Sörbees! Listen to my-short-cover to start the day. <3
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MAMAH MAU AEROX MAMAH MAU AEROX MAMAH MAU AEROX 🙏 MAMAH MAU AEROX MAMAH MAU AEROX MAMAH MAU AEROX 🙏
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What began as a simple Pop Mart date quickly turned into a joyful little adventure. Sörguine’s Johnny and Sörguine’s Yerin arrived with their niece and nephews, Sörguine’s Juhoon, Sörguine’s Anton, Sörguine’s Keonho, Sörguine’s Minje, and Sörguine’s SeoAh—instantly the shop felt brighter and louder with excitement.
The boys wasted no time and headed straight for the lego shelves and the latest Hirono collections. Boxes were picked up, compared, and proudly shown. “This one looks really cool,” one of them said. "But this set is better,” another replied. Sörguine’s Johnny chuckled softly. “Alright, take your time. Choose properly,” he said, already amused by their excitement.
Nearby, the pretty little girl found her own happiness. She paused in front of the Cry Baby Wild But Cutie figures, then gently picked one up before spotting a Zootopia doll and hugging it close. “Aunty, I really like this one,” she said quietly. Sörguine’s Yerin smiled warmly and nodded. “It suits you. It’s very cute,” she replied. Sörguine’s Johnny tried to stay firm, at least for a moment. “Are you sure about all of these?” he asked lightly. When the children nodded eagerly, he laughed and reached for a Zootopia and Cry Baby toy himself. “Looks like I’m joining you, kiddos.” he said, earning a round of happy smiles.
Sörguine’s Yerin joined in with ease, choosing Labubu, Cry Baby, and other adorable, girly collectibles, gently reminding them to hold everything carefully. The basket grew heavier, the laughter grew louder, and the excitement never faded.
In the end, Sörguine’s Johnny and Sörguine’s Yerin gave in completely, knowing there was no reason to say no to such simple joy. They left with arms full of colourful boxes and hearts full of warmth, carrying home not just toys, but a sweet family memory made of laughter, indulgence, and shared joy. 🧸🛍️
The boys wasted no time and headed straight for the lego shelves and the latest Hirono collections. Boxes were picked up, compared, and proudly shown. “This one looks really cool,” one of them said. "But this set is better,” another replied. Sörguine’s Johnny chuckled softly. “Alright, take your time. Choose properly,” he said, already amused by their excitement.
Nearby, the pretty little girl found her own happiness. She paused in front of the Cry Baby Wild But Cutie figures, then gently picked one up before spotting a Zootopia doll and hugging it close. “Aunty, I really like this one,” she said quietly. Sörguine’s Yerin smiled warmly and nodded. “It suits you. It’s very cute,” she replied. Sörguine’s Johnny tried to stay firm, at least for a moment. “Are you sure about all of these?” he asked lightly. When the children nodded eagerly, he laughed and reached for a Zootopia and Cry Baby toy himself. “Looks like I’m joining you, kiddos.” he said, earning a round of happy smiles.
Sörguine’s Yerin joined in with ease, choosing Labubu, Cry Baby, and other adorable, girly collectibles, gently reminding them to hold everything carefully. The basket grew heavier, the laughter grew louder, and the excitement never faded.
In the end, Sörguine’s Johnny and Sörguine’s Yerin gave in completely, knowing there was no reason to say no to such simple joy. They left with arms full of colourful boxes and hearts full of warmth, carrying home not just toys, but a sweet family memory made of laughter, indulgence, and shared joy. 🧸🛍️
🔥8🤩7🥰5❤🔥3🕊3💋3💘3❤2
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FEBRUARY OF 1ST, 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: @Leutwin, @Kheraeld, @TheLamercy, @MontgoIfier, @TheDelaire, @BabbyMonster, @KosticDrift, @CasaDeDiaz, @OFCGHOST, @Caltbern, @Kwangerines, @Aeternaals, @TheMystea, @cherrilane, @HellowithenFamilia, @TheHefflins, @VerseOfArtists, @NueilOfScars, @HonorOfLim, @MansionOfGhislaine & @DropTheScythe. 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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FEBRUARY OF 1ST, 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: @Leutwin, @Kheraeld, @TheLamercy, @MontgoIfier, @TheDelaire, @BabbyMonster, @KosticDrift, @CasaDeDiaz, @OFCGHOST, @Caltbern, @Kwangerines, @Aeternaals, @TheMystea, @cherrilane, @HellowithenFamilia, @TheHefflins, @VerseOfArtists, @NueilOfScars, @HonorOfLim, @MansionOfGhislaine & @DropTheScythe. 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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The shutters of my camera in your hand sound sweeter than if I were to hold it in mine, your eyes that dart to me deeply mesmerizing, your smile melting into shape the more photos you take of me, Sörguine's Naoya. ♡ Your never sullying affection for me lightens up on the occasion of the nearing love-week, never fading is your lovestruck eyes. Capturing and sealing every moment with you, a journey set afoot is the shared trust and whispers of love, my hand in yours and yours in mine.
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The shutters of my camera in your hand sound sweeter than if I were to hold it in mine, your eyes that dart to me deeply mesmerizing, your smile melting into shape the more photos you take of me, Sörguine's Naoya. ♡ Your never sullying affection for me lightens up on the occasion of the nearing love-week, never fading is your lovestruck eyes. Capturing and sealing every moment with you, a journey set afoot is the shared trust and whispers of love, my hand in yours and yours in mine.
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❤8🎉4☃2🥰1🤩1🕊1💘1
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