Fit check
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Forwarded from Pocket of Diary: The Delaire
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Whispers of Autumn : .............
A Season Written For You / 🍁
In the golden hush of the turning year,
when the trees shed their brilliance like
whispered promises and the wind &—
carries the scent of earth, ember, and
memory, we gather—not merely for
warmth or wonder, but for something
FAR MORE TENDER.
This is a season spun from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤamber light and fleeting beauty, a
time when the world itself seems to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpause, to exhale, to soften.
ㅤㅤㅤAutumn, in all its wistful glory, is not
ㅤㅤㅤsimply a backdrop but it is the very
ㅤㅤㅤlanguage of longing, of remembrance,
ㅤㅤㅤof love that lingers gently, and like the
ㅤㅤㅤlast rays of a sun reluctant to set. ❀
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐,
beneath canopies
of russet and gold,
ㅤㅤㅤwith hands wrappedㅤㅤㅤaround cups
ㅤㅤㅤof spiced comfortㅤㅤㅤand hearts inked
ㅤㅤㅤwith quiet affection,ㅤㅤㅤwe welcome you
ㅤㅤㅤto an eveningㅤㅤㅤcrafted not of spectacle,
ㅤㅤㅤbut ㅤㅤㅤof ㅤㅤㅤsentiment.
A celebration not of grand declarations, but of quiet dedications—the kind that live in the margins of letters, the breath between words, the pauses in a handwritten line. THIS IS FOR THE BELOVED,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ spoken or unspoken.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/
𝒊. For the one whose name still
ㅤㅤㅤㅤechoes in the rustle of leaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊.ㅤㅤFor the one to whom every
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpage, every pour, every pause
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤisㅤㅤ ㅤ quietlyㅤㅤ ㅤoffered.
ㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊𝒊. For you, Delaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Whispers of Autumn : .............
A Season Written For You / 🍁
In the golden hush of the turning year,
when the trees shed their brilliance like
whispered promises and the wind &—
carries the scent of earth, ember, and
memory, we gather—not merely for
warmth or wonder, but for something
FAR MORE TENDER.
This is a season spun from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤamber light and fleeting beauty, a
time when the world itself seems to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpause, to exhale, to soften.
ㅤㅤㅤAutumn, in all its wistful glory, is not
ㅤㅤㅤsimply a backdrop but it is the very
ㅤㅤㅤlanguage of longing, of remembrance,
ㅤㅤㅤof love that lingers gently, and like the
ㅤㅤㅤlast rays of a sun reluctant to set. ❀
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐,
beneath canopies
of russet and gold,
ㅤㅤㅤwith hands wrappedㅤㅤㅤaround cups
ㅤㅤㅤof spiced comfortㅤㅤㅤand hearts inked
ㅤㅤㅤwith quiet affection,ㅤㅤㅤwe welcome you
ㅤㅤㅤto an eveningㅤㅤㅤcrafted not of spectacle,
ㅤㅤㅤbut ㅤㅤㅤof ㅤㅤㅤsentiment.
A celebration not of grand declarations, but of quiet dedications—the kind that live in the margins of letters, the breath between words, the pauses in a handwritten line. THIS IS FOR THE BELOVED,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ spoken or unspoken.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/
𝒊. For the one whose name still
ㅤㅤㅤㅤechoes in the rustle of leaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊.ㅤㅤFor the one to whom every
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpage, every pour, every pause
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤisㅤㅤ ㅤ quietlyㅤㅤ ㅤoffered.
ㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊𝒊. For you, Delaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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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—@MontgoIfier, @Leutwin, @TheDelaire, @the18reasons, @Eirlst, @Caltbern, @ChateauDeLenoir, @Aeternaals, @HouseofDiaz, @Hurlstone, and @BABBYMONSTER—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your ymonthiversary 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—@MontgoIfier, @Leutwin, @TheDelaire, @the18reasons, @Eirlst, @Caltbern, @ChateauDeLenoir, @Aeternaals, @HouseofDiaz, @Hurlstone, and @BABBYMONSTER—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your ymonthiversary 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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Happy August & happy gf day, howls🤍.
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Forwarded from Kaishu Sōke: Memory of the Fallen Camellia.
We spent the day at school 🏫
Wyrmharrow’s Kya, Kaishu’s Kya, Wendissle’s Kya, and Luthien's Kya. From classroom to corridor 🧍🏻♀🏃🏻♀➡️, we wandered between bells 🔔, chasing little joys in between lessons 📚. We laughed in the hallway, shared snacks behind books 🍪📖, and peeked through clubroom doors we weren’t supposed to open 🚪👀.
Sometimes we paused by the window ☀️, or sat on the edge of the courtyard steps 🌿 just to breathe in the moment. These small school day memories? They’re the ones we’ll always remember. ♥️✨
Wyrmharrow’s Kya, Kaishu’s Kya, Wendissle’s Kya, and Luthien's Kya. From classroom to corridor 🧍🏻♀🏃🏻♀➡️, we wandered between bells 🔔, chasing little joys in between lessons 📚. We laughed in the hallway, shared snacks behind books 🍪📖, and peeked through clubroom doors we weren’t supposed to open 🚪👀.
Sometimes we paused by the window ☀️, or sat on the edge of the courtyard steps 🌿 just to breathe in the moment. These small school day memories? They’re the ones we’ll always remember. ♥️✨
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