I love you, Gritner & Gritnoise. ♡

I love you, Gritner & Gritnoise.

Fomo, tapi versi beda lagu.

Just as hurt.

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(RIPPED, BEATEN, BUT NEVER SILENCED—THE ONES WHO TURN RUINS INTO REVOLUTIONS.)

✮ … ‘Perfection is overrated. The best things come with scars, with stories, with proof that they’ve been through something and still remain. Sweetness clings to the cracks, but it’s the grit that makes it last. This isn’t about playing it safe. It’s about standing your ground when everything else tries to push you over. Doors don’t close on the ones who break through them.

“THIS IS FOR THE ONES WHO CARVE THEIR OWN PATH: @Eirlst, @Leutwin, @MontgoIfier, @Kheraeld, @TheDelaire, @TheLamercy, @BABBYMONSTER, @HouseofDiaz, @KosticDrift, @MansionOfNightvale, @OFCGHOST,
@hurlstone, and @TheMystea.”

This isn’t just a tribute, this is proof. Proof that real things don’t break, that those who push forward leave something behind that can’t be erased. Palaces may fall, but those who stand tall? They never do.

SIGNED IN RESISTANCE & REBELLION, @THEGRITNER.
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  Whispers of Autumn :  .............
           A Season Written For You / 🍁

     In the golden hush of the turning year,
     when the trees shed their brilliance like
     whispered promises and the wind &—
     carries the scent of earth, ember, and
     memory, we gather—not merely for
     warmth or wonder, but for something
    FAR             MORE             TENDER.

This is a season spun from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤamber light and fleeting beauty, a
time when the world itself seems to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpause, to exhale, to soften.

ㅤㅤㅤAutumn, in all its wistful glory, is not
ㅤㅤㅤsimply a backdrop but it is the very
ㅤㅤㅤlanguage of longing, of remembrance,
ㅤㅤㅤof love that lingers gently, and like the
ㅤㅤㅤlast rays of a sun reluctant to set.  ❀

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐,
  beneath canopies
     of russet and gold,
ㅤㅤㅤwith hands wrappedㅤㅤㅤaround cups
ㅤㅤㅤof spiced comfortㅤㅤㅤand hearts inked
ㅤㅤㅤwith quiet affection,ㅤㅤㅤwe welcome you
ㅤㅤㅤto an eveningㅤㅤㅤcrafted not of spectacle,
ㅤㅤㅤbut ㅤㅤㅤof ㅤㅤㅤsentiment.
A celebration not of grand declarations, but of quiet dedications—the kind that live in the margins of letters, the breath between words, the pauses in a handwritten line. THIS  IS FOR  THE  BELOVED,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    spoken or unspoken.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/

  𝒊. For the one whose name still
ㅤㅤㅤㅤechoes in the rustle of leaves.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊.ㅤㅤFor the one to whom every
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpage, every pour, every pause
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤisㅤㅤ ㅤ quietlyㅤㅤ  ㅤoffered.

ㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊𝒊.  For  you,  Delaves.
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I love you, Gritner & Gritnoise. ♡