Forwarded from The Couture House of Léclair.
We didn’t plan anything tonight. Cherrilane’s Carmen and I just met after a long day, had dinner at a quiet spot we both liked, then walked for a while with no clear destination. The streets were calm, the kind of calm that makes you want to speak softly even when there’s no one else around. We talked a little, mostly about things that didn’t really matter, but somehow felt grounding. Laughed at a few memories, pointed at random lights in the distance, and paused more often than usual. My birthday’s coming up in a few days, but tonight wasn’t about that. It was just time, unrushed, unfiltered, and shared. Nights like this don’t ask to be remembered, but I think I’ll carry this one for a while. 🎆
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Ceyis! Happy weekend, hope today goes well, y'all. Have a breakfast, please! ❤️
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Taking a little break from the daily grind to spend time with my brother at the park. The sound of laughter, the smell of fresh grass, and sticky fingers from melting ice cream - I don't think there's anything better than that.
Enjoying happiness with my brother is a precious time. Yes, this is peace.
Enjoying happiness with my brother is a precious time. Yes, this is peace.
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Forwarded from Canticle of Heaven's Paradox: Hjërt.
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Canticle of Heaven's Paradox: Hjërt.
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Even If The Last Belief Floats To
The Demeter’s Mercy, They Would
BEG AND GROVEL. \ 🦷
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Even If The Last Belief Floats To
The Demeter’s Mercy, They Would
BEG AND GROVEL. \ 🦷
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(HFW) Thursday night and our holy candle is lit, dinner time is here. Oh, We plea for our family seats to be filled. In our dine, with your portion of pity and something holy, mayhaps knife to perish. We sought for hands to tied and bound in same pieces, to heal the ill-fated we born within. Thereby, would you plea to trace your corpse to linger in our newest tale later? If you insist, crawl and begin from the first phase we could carry,
Place your holy name under our dining table, @HjertsBot. Cautious for the taken seat? And by then, we will wait. We will.
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(HFW) Thursday night and our holy candle is lit, dinner time is here. Oh, We plea for our family seats to be filled. In our dine, with your portion of pity and something holy, mayhaps knife to perish. We sought for hands to tied and bound in same pieces, to heal the ill-fated we born within. Thereby, would you plea to trace your corpse to linger in our newest tale later? If you insist, crawl and begin from the first phase we could carry,
Hail 'O Hjert! Feather caught in my palm. I, (your name, @ username) under the wings carried by your muse (year), must think it's fate to be one of your family. Lock my call if you let me.Place your holy name under our dining table, @HjertsBot. Cautious for the taken seat? And by then, we will wait. We will.
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