Forwarded from TEEZ—BON #No1ForHongjoong
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ㅤㅤㅤ ” ㅤ AT THE HOUR WHEN LIGHT
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ DIES, SOMETHING RISES,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ NOT REBORN, BUT REMADE
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ IN IT’S OWN ASHES. „
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ🔗 🔗 🔗
ㅤ ㅤ Ashes drift where gravity forgets its
ㅤ ㅤ name, silver motes folding through
ㅤ ㅤ the air as though the sky itself
ㅤ ㅤ exhales. The light does not wait for
ㅤ ㅤ them; it blooms slowly, as if
ㅤ ㅤ conjured from the memory of fire,
ㅤ ㅤ as if every shard of ruin has always
ㅤ ㅤ carried its own glow. #AshesToLight
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ(THERE IS NO ASCENT
ㅤ ㅤ OR,🔗 ' .. DESCENT)
ㅤㅤㅤ ” ㅤ AT THE HOUR WHEN LIGHT
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ DIES, SOMETHING RISES,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ NOT REBORN, BUT REMADE
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ IN IT’S OWN ASHES. „
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤ Ashes drift where gravity forgets its
ㅤ ㅤ name, silver motes folding through
ㅤ ㅤ the air as though the sky itself
ㅤ ㅤ exhales. The light does not wait for
ㅤ ㅤ them; it blooms slowly, as if
ㅤ ㅤ conjured from the memory of fire,
ㅤ ㅤ as if every shard of ruin has always
ㅤ ㅤ carried its own glow. #AshesToLight
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ(THERE IS NO ASCENT
ㅤ ㅤ OR,
only the hush of becoming, a passage from one form to another. ASHES TO LIGHT, the world remade in the breath between destruction and wonder, time loosens its grip.ㅤ
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Afternoon, Eldies!!!! ini adalah fotoku setelah pulang sekul dijemput mimoku tersayang,, 😍😘❤️😳 imutgak?><
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Sethlore @TheAusteense @TheHimmeFiern @TheHansley @Delmeist @TheDoucheron @MertzlanFamilia @Monarchyson @SylvanOth, for the commemorative fetes.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Forwarded from 𖹭 wide shell-pink, blissette. x🩷
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emergency hotline: pretty girl needed—asap! 👚+ ۟ ౨ৎ
𓊆 +♡1.2 : we’re officially running out of pretty girls... so, do u like pink things, cute pics, and staying up talking about literally nothing??
text us : @blissmailbot. 💌
requirements? born in 1999-2010 and be iconic, be glam, be you and no twins!
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emergency hotline: pretty girl needed—asap! 👚+ ۟ ౨ৎ
𓊆 +♡1.2 : we’re officially running out of pretty girls... so, do u like pink things, cute pics, and staying up talking about literally nothing??
text us : @blissmailbot. 💌
requirements? born in 1999-2010 and be iconic, be glam, be you and no twins!
don’t miss the chance, see u there. xᜊhi there! i'm (name)—and ready to join blissette girlies! i go by (@username), my muse is the ever-iconic (muse), and i was born in (line). let’s be fab together! ♡
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Ellvius, @Loudrios, @TheEdurne, @RuhmerAhl, @Schouvert, @HouseOfLuthien for the commemorative fetes.Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @HouseOfCassele @Iveriez @TheDyson @HouseOfEyre @soeurland for the commemorative fetes.Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Forwarded from The Tropical Trails: Soigné Famillie.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHERE, THE LETTER ✿
CALLING EVERY INDIVIDUAL TO FILL THE EMPTINESS OF THE GLASSES THAT HAVE BEEN SET.
This season is a wonderful time to welcome new visionaries, as spring makes its presence known, spreading warmth and life to every soul. Just as we offer refreshing drinks to quench thirst and soothe the spirit, now, we seek those who will become part of our island:
Please, make sure you are not a cloner, two-faced, or a spy. Lastly, check the availability of your muse is not one of the existing visionaries. If you meet all the requirements, fill out this form:
and send it to @SoigneFamebot.
Droplets of water glisten on the fruits, their ripeness offering a feast for the senses, and every peel releases the promise of sweetness. We eagerly await new visionaries to fill the empty glasses and cultivate the garden with us.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHERE, THE LETTER ✿
CALLING EVERY INDIVIDUAL TO FILL THE EMPTINESS OF THE GLASSES THAT HAVE BEEN SET.
This season is a wonderful time to welcome new visionaries, as spring makes its presence known, spreading warmth and life to every soul. Just as we offer refreshing drinks to quench thirst and soothe the spirit, now, we seek those who will become part of our island:
❀ Tropic Sun (1980-1993)
To fill the space for Father
❀ Hibiscus Wind (2000-2002)
To fill the space for Eldest
❀ Flamingo Bay (2003-2004)
To fill the space for Middle
❀ Pineapple Dawn (2005-2008)
To fill the space for Youngest
Please, make sure you are not a cloner, two-faced, or a spy. Lastly, check the availability of your muse is not one of the existing visionaries. If you meet all the requirements, fill out this form:
Aloha, the existing visionaries! I’m, (your name + username) using (your muse name + year of born) wants to take the chance to fill the empty glass for (Tropic sun/Hibiscus Wind/Flamingo Bay/Pineapple Dawn). I hope to bring my energy and dedication to this family, starting this new journey with passion and commitment.and send it to @SoigneFamebot.
Droplets of water glisten on the fruits, their ripeness offering a feast for the senses, and every peel releases the promise of sweetness. We eagerly await new visionaries to fill the empty glasses and cultivate the garden with us.