happy mother's daayyy forrr my beeesssttt motheerrrr I've ever had. ❤️ @sowoon
Forwarded from CONFEARLD: ‘HISTORIAN ỖF-MYSTERY.
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𞋠. ‘DIVINITY O’ EXQUISITELY DAME.
@Confearld (&.) @SaintlyStunners
“ Emerged Obliterate.. ”
🦋 : BOUNDARIES ( .. ) NOTRE :
Between sanctity and seduction. When Confearld graces a space, the air is serrated with poise — Irene embodies a realm stitched in velvet and vice, where composure masks conquest, and allure is a slow-burning arsenic.
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11th Mei 1998.
Saintly Stunners, in contrast, exhales
an atmosphere of spectral fragility —
Rosé is the siren of a melancholic
requiem, ethereal in touch, yet laced
with insidious venom.
ⓘ : ‘CONVERGENCE COLLABORATION
─ (ORCHESTRATION: 9032.) ঔ
“orchestration polarity — chaos
& grace folded into symmetry,
dismantles dominion glance.”
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One dismantles dominion with a glance. The other desecrates innocence with a whisper. Collectively, they become: a symphony of silk and sin, a liturgy of poison and poise, a portrait too divine for heaven, too sacred for hell. Dominion, roses emerge thorn-first. And elegance—peril draped in scent and satin.
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𞋠. ‘DIVINITY O’ EXQUISITELY DAME.
@Confearld (&.) @SaintlyStunners
“ Emerged Obliterate.. ”
Between sanctity and seduction. When Confearld graces a space, the air is serrated with poise — Irene embodies a realm stitched in velvet and vice, where composure masks conquest, and allure is a slow-burning arsenic.
LITURGY OF POISON & POISE,
11th Mei 1998.
Saintly Stunners, in contrast, exhales
an atmosphere of spectral fragility —
Rosé is the siren of a melancholic
requiem, ethereal in touch, yet laced
with insidious venom.
ⓘ : ‘CONVERGENCE COLLABORATION
─ (ORCHESTRATION: 9032.) ঔ
“orchestration polarity — chaos
& grace folded into symmetry,
dismantles dominion glance.”
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XMVII
I.OV (INKED)
One dismantles dominion with a glance. The other desecrates innocence with a whisper. Collectively, they become: a symphony of silk and sin, a liturgy of poison and poise, a portrait too divine for heaven, too sacred for hell. Dominion, roses emerge thorn-first. And elegance—peril draped in scent and satin.
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