Forwarded from heartsnation! #SunPetalsofA_NA
𝓣he wonderment and accolades
of those prominent domiciles,
gobbled prone by a perspicuity of
appurtenance and the cacoethes
to be mend in between the gyrate.
𐙚⋆°👾.⋆ㅤ
Masqueraded to restoration
as diffident larboard her and
trample expedite to enact
the satisfactory in aureate.
𓍼 #SweetJuunTeen
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝓣he wonderment and accolades
of those prominent domiciles,
gobbled prone by a perspicuity of
appurtenance and the cacoethes
to be mend in between the gyrate.
𐙚⋆°👾.⋆ㅤ
Masqueraded to restoration
as diffident larboard her and
trample expedite to enact
the satisfactory in aureate.
𓍼 #SweetJuunTeen
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@breezenine, @TheVolkovich, @RumahDistrict95, @TheWillems, @SoigneSolace, @TheGalvorn, @Carthwon.—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@breezenine, @TheVolkovich, @RumahDistrict95, @TheWillems, @SoigneSolace, @TheGalvorn, @Carthwon.—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
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Forwarded from "Eternal Kin : The Geldart of the Family"
This morning, Geldart’s Ian and Wyrmharrow’s Seonghyeon hiked up the mountain together. When they reached the top, they spread a small blanket and shared warm drinks. they enjoyed their simple breakfast with light laughter. After they finished breakfast, Geldart’s Ian watched Wyrmharrow’s Seonghyeon open his notebook and start writing poems. she watched him with a smile, admiring the way he focused, the way the light touched him. he looked up every now and then, reading her a line just to make her laugh. When they finally returned home, both of them carried the kind of happiness that stays for the rest of the day.
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I TRANSFORMED...!! hi howls bagaimana kabarnya *ears perk up* 🦌🥀
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Forwarded from "Eternal Kin : The Geldart of the Family"
Out for year-end drinks with Uncle Johnny Wyrmharrow and as Mama Minnie Geldart, it turned into one of those perfectly chaotic, heart-warming nights 🍷✨
We laughed until our faces hurt, listened to Uncle Johnny’s legendary-but-not-always-funny jokes, and of course Mama Minnie delivered classic “financial complaints” speech like it was tradition. Somehow, the mix of bad jokes, warm lights, and honest conversation made everything feel softer, lighter, like the whole year finally exhaled.
A long, cozy, beautifully imperfect night, exactly the way we wanted to end the year.
We laughed until our faces hurt, listened to Uncle Johnny’s legendary-but-not-always-funny jokes, and of course Mama Minnie delivered classic “financial complaints” speech like it was tradition. Somehow, the mix of bad jokes, warm lights, and honest conversation made everything feel softer, lighter, like the whole year finally exhaled.
A long, cozy, beautifully imperfect night, exactly the way we wanted to end the year.
❤🔥3❤2🔥2🥰1🤩1👀1🤗1
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siapa nyang mao aku genjrengin terus aku nyanyiin maybe we get married one day, but who knows? think I'll take that thought to the grave, but who knows?
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