Forwarded from Casa De Diaz "Legacy In The Dark"
No loud parties, no rush, just a New Year spent exactly how we wanted. Long walks on the outskirts of the city, cozy board games at Diaz's Sion, movie marathons recommended by Stahlbaum's Yushi and Geldart's Sion, shared laughter from story of Sachner's Carmen and Lysmere's Carmen, and marshmallows roasting to end the night with Dewmourne's Riku, Shien's Jiwoo, Delaire's Carmen, Delaire's Juun who roasted it for us. Sometimes, these simple moments are the ones that mean the most. Thankful for the laughter, the warmth, and memories Iβll carry into the year ahead
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Hi Bamies, CTASSSS!
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Just got home from Dior Photoshoot. I look fire isn't it, Bamies? π₯
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Forwarded from Of Tints and Homes: Greesacht Familia
I spent the evening hanging out and having dinner with Stahlbaumβs dad and Kheraeldβs mom, letting the night unfold at its own gentle pace. We gathered around the table as if drawn by an unspoken promise, sharing food, stories, and the small pauses in between that felt just as meaningful. The air was warm with conversation, and laughter drifted freely, unmeasured and sincere.
Time loosened, minutes dissolving into moments I wished to bottle. Plates emptied, hearts felt fuller, and the world outside seemed to blur into insignificance. In that shared space, the night became a quiet celebrationβof togetherness, of being present, of joy that didnβt need a reason. I went home carrying the aftertaste of laughter and light, knowing some evenings are meant to stay with you, long after the table is cleared.
Time loosened, minutes dissolving into moments I wished to bottle. Plates emptied, hearts felt fuller, and the world outside seemed to blur into insignificance. In that shared space, the night became a quiet celebrationβof togetherness, of being present, of joy that didnβt need a reason. I went home carrying the aftertaste of laughter and light, knowing some evenings are meant to stay with you, long after the table is cleared.
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