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Forwarded from the pendleton: return to roots!
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ㅤㅤ ╱... latent summons unriddles, enticing essences through epochs who aspire to be involved in sonorous of hearthside snugness. tacit conjuration resounds through the environs we dwell—summoning clasp the ethos of congenial coexistence, establish unions that beyond prosaic, and etch our idiosyncratic chronicles of warmth and kinship.
for those congruence with the familial bonds and the bewitchment intricately embroidered into the quotidien fabric, with ardency and fervency, we proffer this invocation and rally portrayers born between 1992—1995 for AUNTS and UNCLES, and those born between 1996—2005 for SONS and DAUGHTERS, to unite with us and manage a conserve sandwich jointly! we raise a toast, "come join us!"—make sure your muse isn't on the taken list (https://t.me/pendledossier/322). succinct exclamation to commence this communal sojourn where the quintessence of family resides not solely in abode, yet within the conjoint saga of life's escapades awaiting revelation.
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ㅤㅤㅤregards, @thependleton.
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ㅤㅤ ╱... latent summons unriddles, enticing essences through epochs who aspire to be involved in sonorous of hearthside snugness. tacit conjuration resounds through the environs we dwell—summoning clasp the ethos of congenial coexistence, establish unions that beyond prosaic, and etch our idiosyncratic chronicles of warmth and kinship.
for those congruence with the familial bonds and the bewitchment intricately embroidered into the quotidien fabric, with ardency and fervency, we proffer this invocation and rally portrayers born between 1992—1995 for AUNTS and UNCLES, and those born between 1996—2005 for SONS and DAUGHTERS, to unite with us and manage a conserve sandwich jointly! we raise a toast, "come join us!"—make sure your muse isn't on the taken list (https://t.me/pendledossier/322). succinct exclamation to commence this communal sojourn where the quintessence of family resides not solely in abode, yet within the conjoint saga of life's escapades awaiting revelation.
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Forwarded from Morthen: The Last Signal at Dusk. via @MasterPoll2Bot
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👤 @nyomanadyu as member wali
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👤 @leeyoungseno as bu haji
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👤 @nyomanadyu as member wali
👤 @jkimliz seleb
👤 @leeyoungseno as bu haji
👤 @Martinyi
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@leeyoungseno as bu haji yang ga bu haji (AKU BINGUNG, CECE CANTIK MAAFIN AKU) 😔♥️
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On a warm night, Morthen’s Eunchae and Heisenbërg Ni-ki ended up at their usual spot again, like they always do when the day gets too long. Nothing fancy—just the same table, the same food they barely touched because they were too busy talking. They went on about their day, complaining a little, laughing more, cutting each other off mid-sentence like it was normal. Somehow hours passed and neither of them noticed, like time just… didn’t bother them there.
They had their own way of talking—little words, half sentences, things no one else would understand. Sometimes it wasn’t even words at all, just the way their eyes met, or how their hands brushed without pulling away. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, just something gentle sitting between them, growing without either of them pointing it out. And somehow, in that small space, it felt like more than enough.
They had their own way of talking—little words, half sentences, things no one else would understand. Sometimes it wasn’t even words at all, just the way their eyes met, or how their hands brushed without pulling away. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, just something gentle sitting between them, growing without either of them pointing it out. And somehow, in that small space, it felt like more than enough.
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