Hellooo, Liesy! Just wanted to share a quick photo from today. It's been one of those days where comfort was key. I haven't done anything too exciting, just enjoying being at home and having an easy routine. Uhmm, sometimes the simplest days are the best, right? Hope you're also having a good day, Liesy. 🩶
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Forwarded from #Ruohan28Bloomtide, 𝑨 𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑬𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.
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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄-𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐗. 𝑆𝐴𝑁𝐶𝑇𝑈𝑀 𝑂𝐹 𝑆𝑌𝐿𝑃𝐻’𝑆 𝑆𝑌𝑀𝑃𝑂𝑆𝐼𝑈𝑀. Le Pétale, Parnassian Balladry.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(𝐎𝐧 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡, 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲)
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Shrine of lyrical poetries lie among sanctified palace, fetching nymphs to enunciate ethereal amour and euphoria. There, tuberose sacredly blooms, chanting amid grandeur, sweet-toned tunes. It sounds momentous, for the verses sung as spectral spells that expound soothing harmonies. The clashing hymns offers all souls to come around evenfall carousal while enjoying the coral-dusk dancing with stillness. When sacrosanctus buds are greeted, shall pristine souls attend an evening-tea?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⸱⸱ ៹ 𔓘❈
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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄-𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐗. 𝑆𝐴𝑁𝐶𝑇𝑈𝑀 𝑂𝐹 𝑆𝑌𝐿𝑃𝐻’𝑆 𝑆𝑌𝑀𝑃𝑂𝑆𝐼𝑈𝑀. Le Pétale, Parnassian Balladry.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⸱⸱ ៹ 𔓘❈
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(𝐎𝐧 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡, 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲)
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1998: Mystical Ode. Shrine of lyrical poetries lie among sanctified palace, fetching nymphs to enunciate ethereal amour and euphoria. There, tuberose sacredly blooms, chanting amid grandeur, sweet-toned tunes. It sounds momentous, for the verses sung as spectral spells that expound soothing harmonies. The clashing hymns offers all souls to come around evenfall carousal while enjoying the coral-dusk dancing with stillness. When sacrosanctus buds are greeted, shall pristine souls attend an evening-tea?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⸱⸱ ៹ 𔓘❈
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Forwarded from BLΛƆKPIИK.
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BETWIXT SABLE IRIDESCENCE, &.
ROSEATE INCANDOR. ৡ
(COUNTDOWN TO DEADLINE.)
Hourglass engorged beneath
preserves a solitary granule of
chronal residue aloft for irrevocable
consummation beyond recall.
Celestial divertissement
phosphoresces through obsidian
silhouette and shining quadruped
glamour.
Beauty Hits the Chorus
in Full Beat Return.
“Elated Revival.” ◆
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BETWIXT SABLE IRIDESCENCE, &.
ROSEATE INCANDOR. ৡ
(COUNTDOWN TO DEADLINE.)
Hourglass engorged beneath
preserves a solitary granule of
chronal residue aloft for irrevocable
consummation beyond recall.
Celestial divertissement
phosphoresces through obsidian
silhouette and shining quadruped
glamour.
Beauty Hits the Chorus
in Full Beat Return.
“Elated Revival.” ◆
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Hype our Jennie and our Ruohan dengan cara pakai Twibbon mereka please, please, please. 🥺❤️ Kalau butuh bantuan buat pasangkan Twibbon boleh hubungi @LiesbonBot! :3
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Helloo, Liesy! I’m back with my look before I head out to Fashion Week today. I’m really excited about it! How do I look, Liesy? ♥️
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ㅤ (Manuscript, 26th February.)
ㅤ IN THE HUSHED GLOW OF SUBURBAN
ㅤ TWILIGHT’S! Where Lamplight Sways
ㅤ Like Forbidden Dreams. / ✉️
White moths flutter 'round the porch, cooing secrets to the fragrant, blooming night. On that endless summer morning, love story bloomed eternal, bond woven through veiled glances, like the sisters' hidden rites under moon's pale light. May blessings drape you in velvet harmony, threads of fate as delicate as their lace-trimmed gowns, guarding pure souls from the world's sharp edges, in gardens where time hangs suspended, profound.
ㅤ Celebrate this sacred day, dear neighbors:
ㅤ @HouseOfMajerle.
ㅤ With joy like harp strings plucked in cloudy
ㅤ haze, happiness eternal, a melody of youth
ㅤ forever young, in the sweet, suicidal grace.
ㅤ│ Homebound of Hearts,
ㅤ│ @LiesbonSisters.
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ㅤ (Manuscript, 26th February.)
ㅤ IN THE HUSHED GLOW OF SUBURBAN
ㅤ TWILIGHT’S! Where Lamplight Sways
ㅤ Like Forbidden Dreams. / ✉️
White moths flutter 'round the porch, cooing secrets to the fragrant, blooming night. On that endless summer morning, love story bloomed eternal, bond woven through veiled glances, like the sisters' hidden rites under moon's pale light. May blessings drape you in velvet harmony, threads of fate as delicate as their lace-trimmed gowns, guarding pure souls from the world's sharp edges, in gardens where time hangs suspended, profound.
ㅤ Celebrate this sacred day, dear neighbors:
ㅤ @HouseOfMajerle.
ㅤ With joy like harp strings plucked in cloudy
ㅤ haze, happiness eternal, a melody of youth
ㅤ forever young, in the sweet, suicidal grace.
ㅤ│ Homebound of Hearts,
ㅤ│ @LiesbonSisters.
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