Forwarded from BE WISH: #DiveInto24Sion
MESMERISM QUILL OF THE
SONNET I BOURN TO TRANSPIRED:
(
ODE TO LOVE’s Seignory AtmosphereSequence at 2Oth April, 2O26)
Will it be our chance for us to bloom together combining the heartthrob from heaven? For it will be the eternity.
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Forwarded from UNCHILD SOCIETY #SouchAreUnchild
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwith crayons, stickers and
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsilly colors all over the place. ☆
༘✭ ｡˚ ⋆· mark your calendars for april 21st: they shared their tiny colorful world with anyone who still feels a little unfinished.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwith crayons, stickers and
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsilly colors all over the place. ☆
true selves came together like pieces of a color-puzzle turning ꒰ 🐸 ִ ۫ ۪ ׁ ⸼ ۫ ִ the chaos of silly colors into something soft, bright, and whole. six 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 different souls met, building something, making memories, laughing too loud and creating too much (*..🍎🧩)༘✭ ｡˚ ⋆· mark your calendars for april 21st: they shared their tiny colorful world with anyone who still feels a little unfinished.
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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement— @LiesbonSisters, @Samniont, @ReverieOfAmity—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement— @LiesbonSisters, @Samniont, @ReverieOfAmity—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
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Forwarded from OH MY TWIBBON! #ForeverWithOHMYGIRL
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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑯 𝑴𝒀 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳
Upon this 21st day of April,
In a realm steeped in tranquil azure, six kindred souls did find their way as though time itself had gently led them forth, their mirth so soft as light upon still waters while hush fell with a grace no words could hold. Dreams wandered as quiet tides and faded in their passing, yet something deeper remained steadfast and unseen, and through days alight with soft splendour and nights touched by distant yearning they wove a tale that endured beyond fleeting hours, becoming a sanctuary of warmth wherein each shared moment bore witness to a bond abiding, gentle yet resolute, like a wonderful reverie kept within the heavens above.
#ForeverWithOHMYGIRL
ㅤSix hearts in quiet harmony
ㅤbeneath an endless azure dream.
ㅤㅤㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑯 𝑴𝒀 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳
Upon this 21st day of April,
In a realm steeped in tranquil azure, six kindred souls did find their way as though time itself had gently led them forth, their mirth so soft as light upon still waters while hush fell with a grace no words could hold. Dreams wandered as quiet tides and faded in their passing, yet something deeper remained steadfast and unseen, and through days alight with soft splendour and nights touched by distant yearning they wove a tale that endured beyond fleeting hours, becoming a sanctuary of warmth wherein each shared moment bore witness to a bond abiding, gentle yet resolute, like a wonderful reverie kept within the heavens above.
#ForeverWithOHMYGIRL
ㅤSix hearts in quiet harmony
ㅤbeneath an endless azure dream.
ㅤㅤㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
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