evening, sachis! i decided to try that trending tiktok challenge everyone’s been doing lately and yep, i finally gave in. so.. did i pass? be honest, but go easy on me! 😅 (and okay, yes, i know the velocity part was kind of a mess, but i swear i gave it my best shot. effort counts, right?) we should totally try making one together sometime, sachis!! but you have to do the editing, okay? ☝️🏻
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(9th) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TheRedfern, @blissette, and @SerenityOfEnami who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(9th) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TheRedfern, @blissette, and @SerenityOfEnami who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
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❀ ˚₊‧ Hai sachis! today, Wendissle’s Haum and I, Greesacht’s Sarang, spent the day wrapped in ocean air and quiet joy — a perfect pause from the world!
With waves at our feet and sunlight in our hair, we wandered between laughter and silence, collecting moments like seashells. 🐚☀️
Coconuts in hand and flowers tucked behind our ears, we let the breeze carry our thoughts and the tide wash away time.
✦ Through soft glances and the click of old cameras, the day became a slow, golden memory — not just of sun and sea, but of friendship, freedom, and that rare calm you feel when you’re exactly where you’re meant to be. 🌊📷
With waves at our feet and sunlight in our hair, we wandered between laughter and silence, collecting moments like seashells. 🐚☀️
Coconuts in hand and flowers tucked behind our ears, we let the breeze carry our thoughts and the tide wash away time.
✦ Through soft glances and the click of old cameras, the day became a slow, golden memory — not just of sun and sea, but of friendship, freedom, and that rare calm you feel when you’re exactly where you’re meant to be. 🌊📷
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Hari ini Greesacht's Dohoon sama Swift's Leesol main ke rumah Moana. 😆✌️🏻 Awalnya cuma niat main bentar, eh malah jadi betah banget sampe capek sendiri. Baru nyampe aja udah langsung disambut Moana yang heboh. Dia nyodorin squishy" nya, trus kita main rame rame sambil ketawa. Waktu mencet mencet squishy nya ga sengaja kepencet moana juga, soalnya sama sama bulet gemes banget dah. Maaf ya Moana, untung gak nangis bocahnya.
Belum puas main, kita lanjut obrak abrik ruang mainan Moana, kita brantakin semua mainan Moana, sampe rumahnya kaya kapal pecah wkwkwk, tapi Moana happy banget. Jagain Moana tuh capenya bukan main. Leesol ampe tepar habis semua energinya. Kita udah ngos-ngosan tapi Moana masih lari larian dan ngajak main lagi hadehh. Pulangnya badan pegel tapi seneng banget sih bisa main sama Moana.
Belum puas main, kita lanjut obrak abrik ruang mainan Moana, kita brantakin semua mainan Moana, sampe rumahnya kaya kapal pecah wkwkwk, tapi Moana happy banget. Jagain Moana tuh capenya bukan main. Leesol ampe tepar habis semua energinya. Kita udah ngos-ngosan tapi Moana masih lari larian dan ngajak main lagi hadehh. Pulangnya badan pegel tapi seneng banget sih bisa main sama Moana.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(10th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TheGeldart, @StringOfScarvaine, @TheEnverious, @Kiiivory, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheHeike, and @DeCrowther who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(10th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TheGeldart, @StringOfScarvaine, @TheEnverious, @Kiiivory, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheHeike, and @DeCrowther who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
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iwak peyek.... iwak peyek... iwak peyek nasi jagung ☝️🏼🙂↔️☝️🏼 azeekkk, hobahhh 💃💃 ready banget ini jadi member ke-4 nya trio macam 🐆 nanti namanya bukan trio macan tapi fourio macan 🐆 ☝️🏼🙂↔️☝️🏼 siapa yg setuju aku jadi member trio macam??? ☝️🏼 nanti aku kasih tandatangan gratis 🤭🤭 aku ready mengguncang dunia, gesss 💃🪩 dukung ak yh manteman
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