Who miss me???

ㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა💧໒꒱ ‧₊˚ BEYOND THE WINDOW. AN ANGELIC ODYSSEY.

Past the whispering woods where bioluminescent fungi glow upon hidden waters, a long-forgotten archway stands tall. @HouseOfLuthien has unsealed its ancient gates, letting starlight bleed into a realm of pure wonder. Can you hear the song of the lake-fairies harmonizing with silver butterfly wings?

𝓤nroll the sacred parchment and behold the pink-crested sanctuaries beneath the celestial mist. We invite the weary travelers and dreamers to step through the window of destiny. In this whimsical haven, your laughter will light up the dark, and your longings will find a home among the stars and water-lilies.

THE CELESTIAL LINEAGE NEEDED ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
   ꩜ Parental Figure: 1980 - 1993
   ꩜ Uncles and Aunties: 1994 - 1998
   ꩜ Eldest Kin: 1999 - 2003
   ꩜ Middle Kin: 2004 - 2006
   ꩜ Youngest Kin: 2007 - 2010

But before spreading your wings, unfurl our sacred ledger to glance at the spirits who have already claimed their sanctuary.

The spell is broken; the grand opening of our utopia has begun. Follow the glowing trail through the stone portal, reach our guardian at @LuthienBot, and claim your place in our fairy tale family:

Beneath the celestial mist, a fresh spirit seeks entry. (NAME + MUSE &. LINE) May I step through the portal and find my home among the starlight?

We shall patiently await your radiant soul to intertwine with ours and become a cherished part of our celestial family. With love, @HouseOfLuthien.

Saturday nights somehow always end up being louder when the girls are around. Met up with Reiss' Kya, Walst's Kya, Vansent's Kya, Duvall's Louis (me) and Bellinor's Louis at PIM. What started as a simple mall trip turned into hours of wandering through random stores, stealing each other's drinks, and arguing over absolutely nothing. The arcade was probably the worst idea. Bellinor's Louis kept acting like every game was a national championship, while the girls somehow managed to team up against us. I still refuse to admit who actually got the highest score. A few photos, too many snacks, and way more laughs than expected later, the mall was already closing. The ride home was quieter. Everyone looked exhausted, leaning back in their seats after spending the entire evening running around like kids. For a moment, nobody was talking, and somehow that felt just as nice. Just one of those nights you don't really plan, but end up remembering anyway. PIM, good company, and a Saturday well spent.