Wohlgelaunt, Die Schouvert.
ordal 1. @ schou's jiwoo 2. @ schou's anna
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Commemorating the transition of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ .. ❲ ANOTHER MONTH ❳ ..
“.. ♤ ” as time progresses, like the turning pages of a book, we witness the days slipping away, the weeks flowing by, and the months continuing to dance in an endless cycle. Each new day is a fresh chapter in the drama of life, beginning with the natural orchestra: birdsong as melody, sunlight as stage, and the scent of foliage as actors.
ㅤ In this journey, we become faithful spectators
ㅤㅤㅤ enjoying the never-ending spectacle
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ► of the universe in action. 𖠿
And amidst the grandeur of the cosmos, here we welcome the new moon by celebrating the mensiversary of our mutuals, namely: @TheVaughns, @Sethlore, @TheHansley, @Glacieralf, @Delmeist, @TheDoucheron, @TheAusteense, @MertzlanFamilia, @Monarchyson. We learn from each transition, each phase, and each pattern carved into the fabric of time. And we are touched by the enchantment of eternity, where every moment is a new painting created by the brush of time.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Wohlgelaunt,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Die Schouvert. 𐂂
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Commemorating the transition of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ .. ❲ ANOTHER MONTH ❳ ..
“.. ♤ ” as time progresses, like the turning pages of a book, we witness the days slipping away, the weeks flowing by, and the months continuing to dance in an endless cycle. Each new day is a fresh chapter in the drama of life, beginning with the natural orchestra: birdsong as melody, sunlight as stage, and the scent of foliage as actors.
ㅤ In this journey, we become faithful spectators
ㅤㅤㅤ enjoying the never-ending spectacle
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ► of the universe in action. 𖠿
And amidst the grandeur of the cosmos, here we welcome the new moon by celebrating the mensiversary of our mutuals, namely: @TheVaughns, @Sethlore, @TheHansley, @Glacieralf, @Delmeist, @TheDoucheron, @TheAusteense, @MertzlanFamilia, @Monarchyson. We learn from each transition, each phase, and each pattern carved into the fabric of time. And we are touched by the enchantment of eternity, where every moment is a new painting created by the brush of time.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Wohlgelaunt,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Die Schouvert. 𐂂
❤1
Forwarded from Pocket of Diary: The Delaire
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(THERE IS A KIND OF SILENCE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ THAT ONLY AUTUMN KNOW.) 🍁‧₊˚
Not empty, not cold — but full of stories untold, of names we hope to call, of homes we have yet to find. In the rustle of leaves ('&) the fading warmth of the sun, I find myself longing — not for a place, but for people. For voices that greet with care. For hands that stay.
𐚁 | .. For a family that feels──
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ like shelter. This letter is for
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𐀶 you, who might 🍂🖋
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ knows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
Who has space in their heart to become something to someone. We are in search of a family — not perfect, but present. One that grows together, laughs softly, forgives often. A place where roles are more than names —through days both easy and hard. If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here — in this season of stillness and hope.
Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection — not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions. May autumn guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(THERE IS A KIND OF SILENCE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ THAT ONLY AUTUMN KNOW.) 🍁‧₊˚
Not empty, not cold — but full of stories untold, of names we hope to call, of homes we have yet to find. In the rustle of leaves ('&) the fading warmth of the sun, I find myself longing — not for a place, but for people. For voices that greet with care. For hands that stay.
𐚁 | .. For a family that feels──
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ like shelter. This letter is for
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𐀶 you, who might 🍂🖋
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ knows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
Who has space in their heart to become something to someone. We are in search of a family — not perfect, but present. One that grows together, laughs softly, forgives often. A place where roles are more than names —through days both easy and hard. If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here — in this season of stillness and hope.
Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!
Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection — not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions. May autumn guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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