annyeonghaseyo geldies.. Jadi kalo kamu ngeliat aku pede banget, bukan karena sok. Ini emang kenyataan. Ini bukan sekadar percaya diri, ini udah taraf energi kosmik. Aku gak cuma cantik, aku adalah blueprint kecantikan. Cantik itu bukan pilihan. Itu takdir. Dan aku? Aku ditakdirkan untuk mengacaukan standar kecantikan dunia.

The moon is beautiful isn't it?

28 y/o with 24 niblings. drafted a few days ago.🗑

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ㅤㅤAn otter frolics around the spacious sky,
ㅤㅤjoyful rhythms overflowing in his heart.

ㅤㅤNovember 25, mostㅤㅤ🦦ㅤ
ㅤㅤsplendid river splash.ㅤㅤㅤ ビーバー!

ㅤ Motions as graceful as an otter diving into
ㅤ the marine vastness, dancing exquisitely
ㅤ without drifting reflections, using the tides
ㅤ as a guide for the cadence of movement.

In Messy Hugs, Loud Laughter, And
Chaos That Somehow Feels Right.

𐂡 .. Vitality is not conjured through mere racket. It’s about presence, about showing up when things start to fall apart. Everyone in De Crowther has their own space without dimming another’s light. For you, the unique and bright one this is home. 合 II. OPENING GATE—& The hallways room are still waiting for their next keeper to join the beautiful mess.

Not by the thunder of noise do we measure belonging. Here are the stations, aligned with the vintages of your days:
           𖥠 The Parents          1980—1994
           𖥠 The Aunty-Uncle  1995—1998
           𖥠 The Eldest             2000—2002
           𖥠 The Middle            2003—2006
           𖥠 The Youngest        2007—2010

Rowdy Alive. 📺 ‘09:23──Has your heart been struck by that sweet, delirious lightning: the kind that whispers to join us in syllables? (OUR TAKEN LIST.) ⓘ If your muse chamber still lies unclaimed, the family’s warmth will look for you. Scrawl your invocation in the proper form and send it to @CrowtherRobot.

So…I heard there’s a room left in this madhouse? I’m (name) or (account ID) if you’ve seen me wandering online. Carrying the face of (muse name), born in (year of birth). Ready to claim my corner, splash a little chaos, and add warmth that never really quiets down as (figure)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ      R.Hㅤ    /        ✷
          QUIETER NOW: THOUGH THE SILENCE WONT
          LAST. “Mischief stirring” / Someone singing at
          an ungodly hour. Stories spill through the night,
          the marrow of their chaos: tender, untidy love.
          In that sweet disorder, may you find your laughter,
          your corner in @DeCrowther, your kin.