House Of Steinwalds: The Road That Leads to Home.
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β€œThere is no place, like home.” As I clicked my ruby slippers, i intended to speak and repeat until i found home. / 🏰πŸŒͺ️πŸͺ„+.*β—‹Λš.β€’
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kadang tuh ya, aku mikir, β€œkok aku cantik banget sih?” bukan soal narsis atau overpede, tapi ini tuh murni hasil pengamatan jujur dari berbagai sudut pandang dari kaca spion, kamera HP, bahkan pantulan air di galon. aku bangun tidur aja udah cakep. rambut acak-acakan? aesthetic. belum cuci muka muka? masih glowing. orang-orang skincare-an 10 step, aku cuma cuci muka pake sabun batang, tapi tetap dilabelin β€œglowing natural.” dunia ini emang gak adil… buat orang lain. dan tau gak? jadi cantik itu kadang beban. serius. aku ke warung, mas warung nya senyum-senyum. aku naik angkot, ibu-ibu nyempetin bilang, β€œnak, udah punya pacar belum?” lah bu, baru juga naik. ya mau gimana, aku emang punya wajah yang memancarkan vibes β€œlimited edition.”
temen-temen aku juga udah lelah bilang β€œaku iri banget sama kamu”. aku tuh bahkan pernah mikir, kayaknya Tuhan pas nyiptain akj lagi happy. semua fitur disatuin jadi satu: alis tipis, mata belo tapi adem, senyum tipis yang manis, plus pipi chubby biar kesannya gak terlalu galak.
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          β€œFrom The Ashes Of This Land”

                 β™œ Inviting All To Join.

The majestic gates, long shrouded in silence, shall swing wide tod; β€œRevealing a World of Destiny.” (&. Dreams of The Palace.) Where freedom reigns, yet respect remains the guiding light. In this land of dreams a celebration awaits, where opulence reigns in every shadow, inviting kindred spirits to join the tapestry of our nationβ€”forever entwined in the magic of this moment. A new dawn will riseβ€”as brave hearts gather to mend the shattered (&. dreams of the palace.)

We sure-enough to present it to join our austere carriage house. With this presence of First Generation Open Member. We stretched toward for:
β€£ Parents (1989β€”1994)
β€£ Old Charms (2000β€”2003)
β€£ Middle Charms (2004β€”2006)
β€£ Youngest Charms (2007β€”2008)

With heartfelt warmth, I extend my noble greetings to all the regal families who remain, standing strong amidst the echoes of battles and the scars of division in this magnificent kingdom. Give me the opportunity to join you and join the royal family as (Name, @Username & muse), who was born in (Year).


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love sign buat tinnies tersayang. 🩷
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Walking around Shanghai at night was really calm and niceβœ¨πŸŒƒ I had my scarf on. The cold air was touching my face🧣 Shanghai at night is a place. I walked through the streets. Looked at all the city lightsπŸ’‘ Sometimes I stopped to take pictures πŸ“Έ of Shanghai. I held my snack and smiled quietly. Everything about Shanghai at night felt simple but special. It was not loud. Rushed in Shanghai. I felt peaceful and warm inside 🀍 It was, like a moment made only for me in Shanghai. That night reminded me to slow down, breathe, and enjoy where I am πŸŒ™πŸ§ƒ, and I know I’ll always remember this sweet memory in Shanghai=]
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The Steinwalds’ youngest went to the park last night. The boys played on the seesaw while listening to their own songs, and the girls… well, we don’t actually know where they were. Probably doing their own thing somewhere else. Something not fun obviously, or whatever.

Don’t Smile by Sabrina Carpenter, The Party by Portraitsof Tracy, cz by Mk.gee played quietly in our ears as we went up and down, late at night, a little childish in the best way. Just one of those moments that didn’t need much explaining.
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ily tinniessss<3333
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