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House Of Diaz: "Legacy in The Dark."
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Angkel nya sibuk kerja, yang atas malah istri-istri an, coba minimal ada kejelasan siapa orang dibalik panggilan istri itu? Wajib menghadap keluarga, kami murka!
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Forwarded from Golden Shores, Blues Of Goury.
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ㅤㅤ Blues Of Goury 𖦹 🍸
ㅤSearching for lost summer glory
In the expansive fabric of existence we are mere wanderers weaving our courses through the threads of fate. Similiar to a ship seeking its lost anchors, we too are in pursuit of new family members who will sail this voyage alongside us.
With an affectionate heart and a willing spirit, come and embrace the warmth of our kinship. Your wisdom and love will be treasured beyond measure. With dreams as vast as the horizon, we open our arms to you. Let the bond of kinship grow strong as we welcome you to our heartwarming fold! Come to our bot @GourysBot to register yourself to be part of us.
ㅤㅤ Blues Of Goury 𖦹 🍸
ㅤSearching for lost summer glory
In the expansive fabric of existence we are mere wanderers weaving our courses through the threads of fate. Similiar to a ship seeking its lost anchors, we too are in pursuit of new family members who will sail this voyage alongside us.
Here are prerequisites for joining in if you fit the lines range of:
1994 ㅡ 1999 For Aunty/Uncle
2000 ㅡ 2010 For Children
With an affectionate heart and a willing spirit, come and embrace the warmth of our kinship. Your wisdom and love will be treasured beyond measure. With dreams as vast as the horizon, we open our arms to you. Let the bond of kinship grow strong as we welcome you to our heartwarming fold! Come to our bot @GourysBot to register yourself to be part of us.
𓇻 The secret password:
Ready to embrace the lost summer glory, I eagerly register to become a part of Goury’s! Fueled by [name, muse, line] my soul takes flight to achieve membership in this illustrious family!This media is not supported in your browser
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rise and shine daze ku happy terus untuk hari ini (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。
pap cantik dari aku yang mau me time, karena nda ada yang bisa di ajak pergi hari ini huftt.
saranghe dazeee 😻😻
pap cantik dari aku yang mau me time, karena nda ada yang bisa di ajak pergi hari ini huftt.
saranghe dazeee 😻😻
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Black File #07-ADX | Operation: Everbound Coordinates locked.
The vehicle hums beneath them—steady, relentless. Laughter filters through the static of the open road. Every turn, every detour, another coded entry in their shared mission log.
Today, @TeenBuds and @Mysticats reaches a classified milestone. Their bond? Deep-rooted. Unbreakable. Like old trees that whisper secrets to the wind. Nature watches. The wind listens. Even the birds adjust their flight.
Fuelled by something no system can track—connection, grit, and the refusal to fold.
They roll forward. One road. One rhythm. One purpose.
Guardamos—Protegemos,
Casa de Diaz.
The vehicle hums beneath them—steady, relentless. Laughter filters through the static of the open road. Every turn, every detour, another coded entry in their shared mission log.
Today, @TeenBuds and @Mysticats reaches a classified milestone. Their bond? Deep-rooted. Unbreakable. Like old trees that whisper secrets to the wind. Nature watches. The wind listens. Even the birds adjust their flight.
Fuelled by something no system can track—connection, grit, and the refusal to fold.
They roll forward. One road. One rhythm. One purpose.
Guardamos—Protegemos,
Casa de Diaz.
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( 🩸 ) like paper dolls left in the rain, colors fading into silence this space turns on quiet bargains & passing hands.
The season bends differently now—what better time to enter the play no curtain can contain? If not you, then who will hold the mask? The strings are tightening, the stage is waiting, and sorrow is already listening.
The chandeliers sway, violins weep without touch, and shadows bow in empty seats. Step nearer, wanderer—@HellowithenFamilia keeps the doors ajar. Cross the threshold, lend your heartbeat to the act, and become part of the sorrow that never ends.
Here, the performance hunts for new voices— 1999–2010 liners, no twins, no mirrored doubles—to inherit the script scrawled in ash. Seventeen or not, the theater accepts all who dare bow to the silence (TAKEN LIST).
The curtain rises, the strings tighten, and the sorrow waits in silence.
The season bends differently now—what better time to enter the play no curtain can contain? If not you, then who will hold the mask? The strings are tightening, the stage is waiting, and sorrow is already listening.
The chandeliers sway, violins weep without touch, and shadows bow in empty seats. Step nearer, wanderer—@HellowithenFamilia keeps the doors ajar. Cross the threshold, lend your heartbeat to the act, and become part of the sorrow that never ends.
Here, the performance hunts for new voices— 1999–2010 liners, no twins, no mirrored doubles—to inherit the script scrawled in ash. Seventeen or not, the theater accepts all who dare bow to the silence (TAKEN LIST).
What entered through the cracked proscenium was not actor nor guest, but sorrow itself *your muse + line and your id* painted in wax and wound in strings. This is The Exhibit of Sorrows, where grief performs endlessly, and applause never fades. (@helloowithenbot)
The curtain rises, the strings tighten, and the sorrow waits in silence.
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