In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.

Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @corvaynesaith, @Melvnoir.

Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.

Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe

In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.

Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @StringOfScarvaine, @Valyric, @TheGeldart, @DeCrowther.

Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.

Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe