Extravagant welfare sovereign towards alacritous the warmish bond between us. ‘Tis beyond falsehood which benevolence, persistence, enchantment, and nurturing beleaguered each component blooms into the apogee beguiling flower. We, The Montgolfier, decree the lodgings of first and last sanctum against hurricane surfaces the journey.

𔒴 UNCLE FIGURE: 1991-1999.
𔒴 CHILDREN FIGURE: 2000-2010.

We pursuit those whom imbued with affection, nurturance, and trustworthy. Prior to announcing your presence upon our doorstep via: @MontRecruitBot, please ensure thorough research towards our ancestral list. Thus, kindly inform us by utilizing the ringback tone below.

“Hail, Montgolfiers! I hereby present myself to join your familial alliance, under the guidance of (Your Muse + Line Muse) endorsed by the moniker of (Your Username) as my means for mine entry into this familial consortium as Montgolfier’s (Uncle/Son/Daughter). Heaps of thanks!”

We decree, the welcoming of new petals shall arise from group concordance. Soon-to-be Montgolfier’s petals must reveal its colors through spoken presence, mingling with the Montgolfiers and fellow blooms. Only those affirmed shall be granted root within our sanctum.

Herewith, we eager to begin the newfound voyage—whilst bestowment formidable auxiliary outward with an unbigoted intention of blossoming into the mightiest flower unscathed.

˖᯽ ݁˖:

(BAHASA).

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NEW YEAR’S EVE WITH @CHERRILANE
𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 🪄

As the year leans toward its hfinal night,
Cherrilane opens a quiet corner for truths, that have waited patiently through the seasons. Here, confessions are not rushed, they arrive like cherries at midnight, deep in color, tender in meaning, and bold enough to be felt.

This 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿’𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗲, let your words wander freely. Speak what the old year could not hold, and carry what matters into the next chapter. Whether it’s gratitude, longing, or an unspoken warmth, every feeling has a seat at the table tonight.


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ㅤㅤNEW YEAR’S EVE CONFESSION:
ㅤㅤLet your heart leave its mark
ㅤㅤbefore the clock begins again.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ🗓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟗-𝟑𝟎
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   ㅤ 𝐒𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.
ㅤㅤ𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧,
ㅤㅤ𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫,
ㅤㅤ𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫
ㅤ    𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 🎆

good morning, duisie! did my makeup for a bestie hang last night, lowkey feel like i cooked and ate at the same time :3