( 🩸 ) 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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“Got The Look? We’ve Got The Place!”
Engraved in purposeful virtues for today as a memoir generously unfolds, in virtue of being gracefully enrolled a letter remit with outright beauty along with a pendulum that finally stopped for this phrase. Leclair with the red carpet for them to walk on the runway is now stretched to honor the relations who celebrate the sacredness of today: Eyes on them— @TheWilkins, @CorwellWorld.
Chasing dreams, one step at a time for the auspicious day that they celebrated with joy, directing all their grace and delicacy to the place that was spread out with various resplendent things in it, like a company that adheres to a rooted in elegance and rising in power like modeling and art! On this propitious occasion that is spread out in a grand manner, today a grand celebration is celebrated with the elegance that is curated by The Models, for those who embrace beauty, joy and effortless grace.
Got That Bewitching Energy
“Leclair Family”
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“Got The Look? We’ve Got The Place!”
Engraved in purposeful virtues for today as a memoir generously unfolds, in virtue of being gracefully enrolled a letter remit with outright beauty along with a pendulum that finally stopped for this phrase. Leclair with the red carpet for them to walk on the runway is now stretched to honor the relations who celebrate the sacredness of today: Eyes on them— @TheWilkins, @CorwellWorld.
Chasing dreams, one step at a time for the auspicious day that they celebrated with joy, directing all their grace and delicacy to the place that was spread out with various resplendent things in it, like a company that adheres to a rooted in elegance and rising in power like modeling and art! On this propitious occasion that is spread out in a grand manner, today a grand celebration is celebrated with the elegance that is curated by The Models, for those who embrace beauty, joy and effortless grace.
Got That Bewitching Energy
“Leclair Family”
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a day in my life di jemput sekolah sama uncle mingyu???!! 🫨
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