Forwarded from Where Hearts meet Purposes: The 19s Club
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ㅤPADA TAHUN YANG BARU SAJA
ㅤㅤ DI MULAI, 1/365 .. 💭 📹
Suasana pergantian tahun yang penuh tawa, kopi dingin sisa begadang, dan cerita random yang entah mulai dari mana.
Dari kami, @The19sClub, yang percaya kalau masa kuliah bukan cuma soal lulus, tapi juga soal tumbuh bersama dan ketawa gak ada artinya, walau nanti jalannya beda.
ㅤPADA TAHUN YANG BARU SAJA
ㅤㅤ DI MULAI, 1/365 .. 💭 📹
Suasana pergantian tahun yang penuh tawa, kopi dingin sisa begadang, dan cerita random yang entah mulai dari mana.
Secarik surat ini ditulis untuk semua tongkrongan dan keluarga di muka bumi ini, terutama @KinOfGreesacht, serta sesama pejuang kehidupan kampus. Dengan rasa syukur yang gak banyak gaya, harapannya sederhana tapi tulus. Semoga tahun ini jadi ruang baru buat mimpi yang sempat tertunda, tugas yang akhirnya kelar, waktu liburan yang akan membeku, dan malam-malam panjang yang tetap hangat meski ditemani deadline, part-time dan obrolan aneh.
Dari kami, @The19sClub, yang percaya kalau masa kuliah bukan cuma soal lulus, tapi juga soal tumbuh bersama dan ketawa gak ada artinya, walau nanti jalannya beda.
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Forwarded from Imperium Of Colossal Majesty: Caldune Awakening.
An early year mishap occurred when we had the irrational brainwave to bet on being rogue racers. It sound weird, but this is our way of ‘giving our mad love’ to the new year. Because peers, we only live once, which is why we do street racing for the thrill.
Street racing isn’t simply about racing, instead, it functions like an auction where the loser must heed the winner. This insane race went down in a flash after Greesacht's Youngjae took the lead but was overtaken by Caldune's Youngjae, racing just for kicks but we take it to the streets, as we step on the gas next level until it burns rubber. At this point, it’s still the first light of the year, and we had already rounded up our Murphy’s Law. You know, the race isn’t over yet, there’s no victor yet, but unfortunately we were caught by the cops! But at the same time, we had our lucky cards since they only took us to our parents—wrong, it’s scarier getting scolded by them! (Anything that can go wrong will go wrong, ya?)
There are many things we didn’t expect today, but it’s exciting because we had a new experience at the beginning of the year—even if it’s a bit cheeky. Perhaps none of us won the race, but at least Caldune's Youngjae & Greesacht's Youngjae won the people involved in this case in early 2026, kidding!
Street racing isn’t simply about racing, instead, it functions like an auction where the loser must heed the winner. This insane race went down in a flash after Greesacht's Youngjae took the lead but was overtaken by Caldune's Youngjae, racing just for kicks but we take it to the streets, as we step on the gas next level until it burns rubber. At this point, it’s still the first light of the year, and we had already rounded up our Murphy’s Law. You know, the race isn’t over yet, there’s no victor yet, but unfortunately we were caught by the cops! But at the same time, we had our lucky cards since they only took us to our parents—wrong, it’s scarier getting scolded by them! (Anything that can go wrong will go wrong, ya?)
There are many things we didn’t expect today, but it’s exciting because we had a new experience at the beginning of the year—even if it’s a bit cheeky. Perhaps none of us won the race, but at least Caldune's Youngjae & Greesacht's Youngjae won the people involved in this case in early 2026, kidding!
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Forwarded from CANYOPS: Galactic Conquest. 👩🏻🚀🔭
#CosmicUs Below this interstellar fusion, I am furthermore than euphoric to bestow you a stample by the asteroid passing by, dear Milky Way: @KinOfGreesacht.
This radiant epistle was caught by a parallel extraterrestial, blissful to arrive in your hands as our flare ignites beneath the innermost of a heart's love to you. Our starburst held nothing but the intention to deliver warmth, joyous yet supermassive jubilee, in case of a new year's dawn. We wished it gets conveyed well among the ripple of a different adventure, and may it always reunite with felicitous bond between the cosmos satellite of hearted messages. 🌘🔭
⋆. Penned with love,
by your beloved Andromeda,
Caravaggio.
This radiant epistle was caught by a parallel extraterrestial, blissful to arrive in your hands as our flare ignites beneath the innermost of a heart's love to you. Our starburst held nothing but the intention to deliver warmth, joyous yet supermassive jubilee, in case of a new year's dawn. We wished it gets conveyed well among the ripple of a different adventure, and may it always reunite with felicitous bond between the cosmos satellite of hearted messages. 🌘🔭
⋆. Penned with love,
by your beloved Andromeda,
Caravaggio.
Forwarded from Casa La Duvall.
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The year lowers its curtain tonight, and before the next frame begins, I wanted to leave this with you, @KinOfGreesacht. We’ve stood in the same light, shared the same long hours, the same pauses between takes where silence learned our names. If this year taught us anything, it’s that time is made of small moments held together—glances, patience, unfinished laughter. As the new year opens, may we keep choosing gentleness. May our work remain honest, our bonds unforced, and our stories told with care. If our paths continue within the same production of days, I hope it’s with trust, respect, and a quiet belief in one another.
Sincerely,
berthe morisot. ♥️
Sincerely,
berthe morisot. ♥️
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Forwarded from New year with Etherhail!
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A NEW YEAR AMONG THE STARS
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Dear Our Neighbors @KinOfGreesacht,
Sharing the Same Violet Sky
As the year turns and the cosmos shifts into a new orbit, we send our warmest wishes to your family. May this new year bring steadiness to your home, light to every path you walk, and bonds that grow stronger with time. In a universe so vast, sharing a corner of it as neighbors is something we truly value, and we hope the days ahead are filled with quiet joy, resilience, and moments that feel whole and meaningful.
With sincerity,
House Of Etherhail Family 💜
ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ
A NEW YEAR AMONG THE STARS
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Dear Our Neighbors @KinOfGreesacht,
Sharing the Same Violet Sky
As the year turns and the cosmos shifts into a new orbit, we send our warmest wishes to your family. May this new year bring steadiness to your home, light to every path you walk, and bonds that grow stronger with time. In a universe so vast, sharing a corner of it as neighbors is something we truly value, and we hope the days ahead are filled with quiet joy, resilience, and moments that feel whole and meaningful.
With sincerity,
House Of Etherhail Family 💜
ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(3rd.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TheStahlbaum, @TheRuneshard, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @NOERAYMA, @SilvyrneeManor, @TheCaintje and @Clardforge who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(3rd.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TheStahlbaum, @TheRuneshard, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @NOERAYMA, @SilvyrneeManor, @TheCaintje and @Clardforge who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht