Forwarded from shenina joe.
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THE SOULMATES / FIND THEMSELVES ENTWINED.
“as the efflorescence of their bond continues to flourish.” in a delicate dance of given-and-take! ৎ
their souls beating in tandem like the rhythmic cadence of a symphony. the whispers of sweet nothings, the gentle caress of tender touch, and the soft gaze of loving eyes all serve as poignant reminders of the transcendent power of their amour. a lucent colloquy to the transformative vigor of soul and association. 🪷ᰔ as they voyage the ebbs & plethora of life’s journey, they find solace in each other’s presence, their bond viable able-bodied with @leehban each quick epoch. and so, their soul yarn ripen into a saga, a anecdote of two souls who establish each other in the vast expanse of hominid experience, and who, through amour their.
initiate a sanctuary of peace
quiet, peaceful & solace
full name for all eternity. 🪽♥️
Forwarded from Darcy Mouren.
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ㅤㅤ│Souls traverse the midnight
ㅤㅤ│labyrinth yearning for
ㅤㅤ│kindred echoes.
ㅤ( Malibu, 2005.) Each whispered word drips like ink from a fractured quill, crafting bridges from solitude’s abyss. “ .. Starlight glimmers faintly on paths woven from shared secrets, binding hearts cloaked in sorrow.” Amid the storm’s howl, silence becomes a sanctuary, where fragile connections ignite. The void hums softly, a hymn of understanding, as kindling sparks kindle warmth amidst the cold.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAmidst the haunting symphony
ㅤㅤㅤㅤI ── weave through the veiled
ㅤㅤㅤㅤstreets of Malibu's heart. 🫀
ㅤㅤ│Souls traverse the midnight
ㅤㅤ│labyrinth yearning for
ㅤㅤ│kindred echoes.
ㅤ( Malibu, 2005.) Each whispered word drips like ink from a fractured quill, crafting bridges from solitude’s abyss. “ .. Starlight glimmers faintly on paths woven from shared secrets, binding hearts cloaked in sorrow.” Amid the storm’s howl, silence becomes a sanctuary, where fragile connections ignite. The void hums softly, a hymn of understanding, as kindling sparks kindle warmth amidst the cold.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAmidst the haunting symphony
ㅤㅤㅤㅤI ── weave through the veiled
ㅤㅤㅤㅤstreets of Malibu's heart. 🫀
E.P ( I, @innocenqt yearn to summon the essence ofㅤ
your hearing, luring it into this twilight reverie.)
Forwarded from Clarinfa Dovelisse.
flor de jamaica trickled cerise into armature: schisms latticed athwart its tessellated billets, frosted bequeathal mind fissured. somewhere, efflorescence swerved grayscale, its filaments wraithlike against blanched phosphorescence.
switchblade lay on hoary bole,
pommel chiseled with ’pretty’ ☘︎
@xJiheon eternal topsy–turvy!
cruet of flowers nebulous abaft fretwork scrim, their feathery peripheries disintegrating, just far–flung. they hovered but faintly, ephemeral (&. obscured). noiseless plea forsaken flanked detachment also hankering.
TheBellJar—(80s.) * ♥︎
embedded within timelessness, hieroglyphs whorled themselves along ecru hosiery: give nothing, take nothing but our damnation. do not let me dematerialize into quiescence.
switchblade lay on hoary bole,
pommel chiseled with ’pretty’ ☘︎
@xJiheon eternal topsy–turvy!
cruet of flowers nebulous abaft fretwork scrim, their feathery peripheries disintegrating, just far–flung. they hovered but faintly, ephemeral (&. obscured). noiseless plea forsaken flanked detachment also hankering.
TheBellJar—(80s.) * ♥︎
embedded within timelessness, hieroglyphs whorled themselves along ecru hosiery: give nothing, take nothing but our damnation. do not let me dematerialize into quiescence.
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Forwarded from Tatiana Sanja.
Father, I ran away to cure my heart, for it has been abused and ruined because of you. I let Mother bear and carry my heart, yet she is no better than you. No glory or prayer could save my well-being. I cut my own wrists and let my legs tremble on their own, for I no longer care nor feel whole enough to make amends. My blood is evaporating. I used to be an obedient son when I still bore my sweet tooth. Nonce, I offered myself as the loyal guard dog you could tame at any time, yet you did not let me place my naked foot into the household, Mother. Can anyone show me how to love without blood or sacrifice? For I bled and sacrificed for years, and my torn heart only grows another painful ache when I try to crawl back. Sleep in peace! @EJEEMANI... ⠀𝅘𝅥𝅮｡ﾟ💮🕯
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Forwarded from Helga Lenz.
(19.89) &HL. DUSK CHAINS FREEDOM, REVENUE VIS SPIRIT IF IT ARISES. 🫀
Gloom is an unseen fetter that restrains liberty, slithering gradually until it stifles the spirit. It engulfs the mind with terror, murmurs uncertainties, and dims every flicker of optimism that seeks to slip through. Within its clutch, strides feel burdensome, as though each endeavor to advance is perpetually pursued by the specter of defeat. Nevertheless, obscurity is not the conclusion—it is merely a trial that examines the resilience of the soul. For beyond the seemingly indestructible bonds, there lies a narrow crevice where radiance lingers, awaiting its moment to pierce through, signifying that emancipation is ever within reach for those bold enough to resist.
der von Gott gesegnet ist. @ZHIYCUAN
Forwarded from Nico di Angelo.
/ NIGHTTIME: THE WORLD TURNS LATERAL. /
Italy, 1942. Time had crystallized. I aged wrong. My childhood was a refutation. Now it is quiet. Now it is leprosy in my chest. Lethargy is in my bones (what bones? My mother’s? My sister’s?) I pine for a fanfare of a world where I was not a dead-adjacent child of the Underworld. But the idea never turned into anything for I wake up and the first thing I hear is a burble from things that have already rotten. Good morning, Ghost King, Son of the Hades himself. How does it feel to be the most dead among the dead ourselves? You were meant to be among the living, and yet the dead adore you more.
And to that I answer:
/ I am a king / and kings have castles / but my castle is a slum of tombs. / I am a godless king. / A son of a god who deals with death and never taught me how to live. / I would trade my crown for a heartbeat if such things were mine to bargain / but I cannot. / I think I will die here. / Or live. / Whichever comes first.
Nico di Angelo.
Niccolò.
Necro.
Italy, 1942. Time had crystallized. I aged wrong. My childhood was a refutation. Now it is quiet. Now it is leprosy in my chest. Lethargy is in my bones (what bones? My mother’s? My sister’s?) I pine for a fanfare of a world where I was not a dead-adjacent child of the Underworld. But the idea never turned into anything for I wake up and the first thing I hear is a burble from things that have already rotten. Good morning, Ghost King, Son of the Hades himself. How does it feel to be the most dead among the dead ourselves? You were meant to be among the living, and yet the dead adore you more.
And to that I answer:
/ I am a king / and kings have castles / but my castle is a slum of tombs. / I am a godless king. / A son of a god who deals with death and never taught me how to live. / I would trade my crown for a heartbeat if such things were mine to bargain / but I cannot. / I think I will die here. / Or live. / Whichever comes first.
Nico di Angelo.
Niccolò.
Necro.
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Forwarded from Lisora Brair.
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Youth is the first season of a romance that doesn't quite understand how to survive, but always believes that everything can be fought for. (&) Back then, hearts were light with hope that blossomed as surely as the first rain touched dry ground.
(However, First Love Rarely Promises Eternity.) There was a time when the distance began to be felt even though the steps were still parallel. Separation comes unannounced like a wind that suddenly changes direction. / But time in all its wisdom lets the wounds heal slowly. "There is good in a goodbye... Even if it's harder to accept at first." For from every sundering, a fragment of our essence fortifies, grows sagacious, and stands ever more primed to cherish with greater profundity in the morrow.
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AND FROM THERE, THE LUCUBRATION BURGEONED: Not Everything That Culminates Is A Bereavement. 🫀🗝️ "@Lseesol, Sinking."Youth is the first season of a romance that doesn't quite understand how to survive, but always believes that everything can be fought for. (&) Back then, hearts were light with hope that blossomed as surely as the first rain touched dry ground.
(However, First Love Rarely Promises Eternity.) There was a time when the distance began to be felt even though the steps were still parallel. Separation comes unannounced like a wind that suddenly changes direction. / But time in all its wisdom lets the wounds heal slowly. "There is good in a goodbye... Even if it's harder to accept at first." For from every sundering, a fragment of our essence fortifies, grows sagacious, and stands ever more primed to cherish with greater profundity in the morrow.
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Forwarded from Angel.
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ㅤ(15, @JUNGAIN.) You taught me how to bite, yet cursed me as the bearer of sin. I punish myself at your altar of hubris—bent over, as if I could pray my way into heaven. Sure bet. But like the Messiah, the son of a carpenter, I am crucified upon your wooden cross hung in the sugar-coated ruin of a household consumed by rage. The blemishes I bore to death marked me into my own house, for ages. I lay bare within your ribs, burning out over you as you licked my filthy tears. Thus I held you in my arms as you grieved, I was your heart-holder more than I was my own. 🪼🕯️
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ㅤ(15, @JUNGAIN.) You taught me how to bite, yet cursed me as the bearer of sin. I punish myself at your altar of hubris—bent over, as if I could pray my way into heaven. Sure bet. But like the Messiah, the son of a carpenter, I am crucified upon your wooden cross hung in the sugar-coated ruin of a household consumed by rage. The blemishes I bore to death marked me into my own house, for ages. I lay bare within your ribs, burning out over you as you licked my filthy tears. Thus I held you in my arms as you grieved, I was your heart-holder more than I was my own. 🪼🕯️
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Forwarded from CASTORICE.
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ㅤㅤㅤMY HEART DISTORTED.
ㅤㅤㅤLONG FOR DAYDREAM,
ㅤㅤㅤSHALL WE REUNITE NOW?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“have you ever tasted the sweet demise?”
woe started to devour me, yet i am still holding my heart’s debris—collecting it as if it’s a gemstone, a lapis lazuli. this perpetual paranoia suffers me, i’m screaming for help, longing for tranquility, and hoping this is my last lament. alas, my soul started rotting like the rust on your bed, i tried to chase my own shadow until my legs gave out; escorting me to the imaginarium abyss. i was gasping for air, tears started to stream down my face. i can see my foe on the gate of reverie, “our rendezvous is inadvertent, your eunoia is blinding; got the memories about our bad omens dissolve, O’ pathstrider, @hsaerin.” they murmur. universe, please tell me, is it gonna be the end of me? 🫀🔪
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ㅤㅤㅤMY HEART DISTORTED.
ㅤㅤㅤLONG FOR DAYDREAM,
ㅤㅤㅤSHALL WE REUNITE NOW?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“have you ever tasted the sweet demise?”
woe started to devour me, yet i am still holding my heart’s debris—collecting it as if it’s a gemstone, a lapis lazuli. this perpetual paranoia suffers me, i’m screaming for help, longing for tranquility, and hoping this is my last lament. alas, my soul started rotting like the rust on your bed, i tried to chase my own shadow until my legs gave out; escorting me to the imaginarium abyss. i was gasping for air, tears started to stream down my face. i can see my foe on the gate of reverie, “our rendezvous is inadvertent, your eunoia is blinding; got the memories about our bad omens dissolve, O’ pathstrider, @hsaerin.” they murmur. universe, please tell me, is it gonna be the end of me? 🫀🔪
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Forwarded from Pablo
Let my bones be swallowed by the earth, let the moss reclaim me, perhaps in surrender, I will learn to bloom again. I call into the hush, searching for a presence, a warmth, a whisper that says, I see you. Will you answer? In the hush where reveries sleep, let the night bear witness to what we find.
Telegram
FENRIR.
Lowkey Loud, Highkey Proud.
Forwarded from EDENZYER, W.
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SYMMETRICAL OVERBEARING DILEMMA, a hunter's true desire. @DEPUTTY: miscellaneous/ 🫀)
Leaving the lamented scenery behind, selfishness runs through my bloodstream vigorously. Pity nowadays runs scarcely, the skyline mocking those who aren't deserving of warmth with its ichor crimson hues. Constellations of misery spells in the depths of the abyss you carry, redemption of your sins illustrated on your lips. The consonants of hopelessness slip your lips with a smile plastered, I only managed a sadistic puff of addiction back. Your eternity is for me to tamper with, bloodshots fire through the piercing silence. "
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SYMMETRICAL OVERBEARING DILEMMA, a hunter's true desire. @DEPUTTY: miscellaneous/ 🫀)
Leaving the lamented scenery behind, selfishness runs through my bloodstream vigorously. Pity nowadays runs scarcely, the skyline mocking those who aren't deserving of warmth with its ichor crimson hues. Constellations of misery spells in the depths of the abyss you carry, redemption of your sins illustrated on your lips. The consonants of hopelessness slip your lips with a smile plastered, I only managed a sadistic puff of addiction back. Your eternity is for me to tamper with, bloodshots fire through the piercing silence. "
Camellias don't cry." My calloused digits graze against your tainted porcelain skin. Don't sink further, mon ange.ㅤ
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Forwarded from sze.
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the fleeting warmth of yesterday’s glow. (20) the echoes stretched far, yet never quite reaching: @Wgony.
i tread the paths where love once bloomed, tracing the softness of what time has left behind. the night does not forget .. it carries whispers in the hush of the wind, stirring embers of a warmth that no longer burns.
“I don’t need a reason to keep on dreamin’ that we don’t lose, yeah, what’s the use?” yet love, like moonlight, is both here and not—beautiful, untouchable, & gone. absence presses against the hollows of my ribs, lingering like an unfinished song.
quiet lament that lingers in the air. th moonlight stretched thin, reaching for what no longer remains-lose.
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the fleeting warmth of yesterday’s glow. (20) the echoes stretched far, yet never quite reaching: @Wgony.
i tread the paths where love once bloomed, tracing the softness of what time has left behind. the night does not forget .. it carries whispers in the hush of the wind, stirring embers of a warmth that no longer burns.
“I don’t need a reason to keep on dreamin’ that we don’t lose, yeah, what’s the use?” yet love, like moonlight, is both here and not—beautiful, untouchable, & gone. absence presses against the hollows of my ribs, lingering like an unfinished song.
quiet lament that lingers in the air. th moonlight stretched thin, reaching for what no longer remains-lose.
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Forwarded from flairys mirielle.
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Forwarded from Stephen Willems.
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“The worthless melancholia-contains the calamity that’s believed forgive the solicitation of guarantee.”
EXCESSIVE INVOLVING COMMON SENSE SWIMMER CHAOTIC FERTILIZATION CURRENTS SHARE THE SAME: 🫀 predetermination pile arrogant coastline meet their end nightmare unfortunately become inevitable reality then listen the command terrorist fork that burdens and conclude feeding them triumph over consumption throughout mournful judgment, angel in the mother’s groan so holy siding people sadness roaring covering downhearted habit pair signs attachment hellish land caught snare shadows breathing cursed nightmares wild route seekers longings less thinking intact but fragile further request for misery last forever affected by the oath.
Lonesome hymn @Yupnho departure everywhere investigating the percentage of strange hombre in courtyard.
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“The worthless melancholia-contains the calamity that’s believed forgive the solicitation of guarantee.”
EXCESSIVE INVOLVING COMMON SENSE SWIMMER CHAOTIC FERTILIZATION CURRENTS SHARE THE SAME: 🫀 predetermination pile arrogant coastline meet their end nightmare unfortunately become inevitable reality then listen the command terrorist fork that burdens and conclude feeding them triumph over consumption throughout mournful judgment, angel in the mother’s groan so holy siding people sadness roaring covering downhearted habit pair signs attachment hellish land caught snare shadows breathing cursed nightmares wild route seekers longings less thinking intact but fragile further request for misery last forever affected by the oath.
Lonesome hymn @Yupnho departure everywhere investigating the percentage of strange hombre in courtyard.
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Forwarded from SEIKO.
CERULEAN ANAMNESIS MEETS THE OSSIFIED DYLL: (“Seraphic Sanctimony!”) & Coterie.
The ceraceous pallor against gown stark to fragile reticule. I stir and it rustles beneath integument I strive to conceal, isn’t it a bit ticklish? To apparel diaphanous fractures this balmness feels like mendacious encomium. Accusation decidedly catch maquillage and wrought to emulate the sialic porcelain. Psittacine beau articulates frigid pulchritude of unapproachability.
Angel denominate echo vocables I’ve attempts to obliterate, animadversions flung like petrichor that leave impalpable contusions upon my persona: I espouse seraphic averment. Histrionic towards austere of conundrum that I’m not certain I shall ever elucidate ivory-bleeds and white aporetic.
@kkimstella Heart’s Tingle:
(Cradles Stern-Amity, 04th.) 🪽
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The ceraceous pallor against gown stark to fragile reticule. I stir and it rustles beneath integument I strive to conceal, isn’t it a bit ticklish? To apparel diaphanous fractures this balmness feels like mendacious encomium. Accusation decidedly catch maquillage and wrought to emulate the sialic porcelain. Psittacine beau articulates frigid pulchritude of unapproachability.
Angel denominate echo vocables I’ve attempts to obliterate, animadversions flung like petrichor that leave impalpable contusions upon my persona: I espouse seraphic averment. Histrionic towards austere of conundrum that I’m not certain I shall ever elucidate ivory-bleeds and white aporetic.
(Cradles Stern-Amity, 04th.) 🪽
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Forwarded from Marshall Austern.
Beneath the moon’s ethereal glow,
Passions bloom in the depths of woe. Forbidden glances, a stolen breath, in the embrace of love and death. 🫀
With every kiss, a bittersweet taste, a tempest brewed, no moment to waste. In the silence, their hearts collide, a tragic tale where shadows abide. Through twisted paths of fate they roam, they find their home. For in the darkness, love finds its light. Bound by chains of longing and pain, in this tempest, they shall remain. With whispered vows in the midnight air, two souls forever, a love laid bare.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I, @MeingiHong, encourage you to initiate a conversation with me, are you intrigued?ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Passions bloom in the depths of woe. Forbidden glances, a stolen breath, in the embrace of love and death. 🫀
With every kiss, a bittersweet taste, a tempest brewed, no moment to waste. In the silence, their hearts collide, a tragic tale where shadows abide. Through twisted paths of fate they roam, they find their home. For in the darkness, love finds its light. Bound by chains of longing and pain, in this tempest, they shall remain. With whispered vows in the midnight air, two souls forever, a love laid bare.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I, @MeingiHong, encourage you to initiate a conversation with me, are you intrigued?ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from NINGNING
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ㅤㅤ “clouds are appearing above.”
coherent an impeccable that has all the jubilations exposed: it becomes a substance that is merely inestimable above each things in sphere, becomes a mesmeric that blooms at each paths. all thus silhouettes became a reinforcement that always accompanied itself: when the whole world hits and also embraced thus soul, astonishingly delightfully imagined all the merriments in the future junctures. “everything unfurls up admittance to blitheness!” ᨘ໑
𑣿ৎ the lands groaned, cheering as if they were about to heartening the forthcoming beatitude through the lattice that was about to be embraced: a prolonged-term camaraderie that was in every pathways dependent on the prosperity of the atmosphere. in each corner of the space of breath, immediately set aside a corner that holds miscellaneous bliss circumstances in each path that will be chartered, together to embrace immortal merriments! ˖
[PALMY: PORTRAITURED] @ningninl &. thus entire atmosphere holds fast a jolly lattice above the restless clouds that float like eternal delights.🤩 ⁕
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lapidate a genuine leisures! ㅤㅤ “clouds are appearing above.”
coherent an impeccable that has all the jubilations exposed: it becomes a substance that is merely inestimable above each things in sphere, becomes a mesmeric that blooms at each paths. all thus silhouettes became a reinforcement that always accompanied itself: when the whole world hits and also embraced thus soul, astonishingly delightfully imagined all the merriments in the future junctures. “everything unfurls up admittance to blitheness!” ᨘ໑
𑣿ৎ the lands groaned, cheering as if they were about to heartening the forthcoming beatitude through the lattice that was about to be embraced: a prolonged-term camaraderie that was in every pathways dependent on the prosperity of the atmosphere. in each corner of the space of breath, immediately set aside a corner that holds miscellaneous bliss circumstances in each path that will be chartered, together to embrace immortal merriments! ˖
[PALMY: PORTRAITURED] @ningninl &. thus entire atmosphere holds fast a jolly lattice above the restless clouds that float like eternal delights.
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Forwarded from NYSERIA’S MOON.
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ㅤㅤㅤⓘ LOYALTY DEFINE TRUE BROTHERHOOD
ㅤㅤㅤ𖥔 ⚠️🫀 BROTHERS IN PURPOSE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUNITED BY RESOLVE. ━━━━━
( `£ @Kyoungbaet.Embrace brotherhood.) Where strength and wisdom unite. Seek bonds rooted in respect, shared journeys, and unwavering loyalty. True camaraderie thrives through mutual understanding, honor, and resolve. Through challenges, forge connections that uplift, grounding each other in purpose. The pursuit of kinship is not bound by circumstances but by the alignment of minds and hearts. With every encounter, build a legacy of mutual empowerment, where trust and courage are the foundation, and every bond strengthens the essence of brotherhood.
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ㅤㅤㅤⓘ LOYALTY DEFINE TRUE BROTHERHOOD
ㅤㅤㅤ𖥔 ⚠️🫀 BROTHERS IN PURPOSE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUNITED BY RESOLVE. ━━━━━
( `£ @Kyoungbaet.
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Forwarded from KYREN’S STAR.
𐀶 @leevrora againts lustrous sunlight that salute morn, blends groovy melodious chirping of pigeons enclosed by wide (&.) azure sky wind whispers softly, ripples intimately; solicit the heart to step towards a new story 🪷.
“present majestic chance, lights of candles dance, accompanying nostalgic scent meagre edition heirloom stamps. heavy-handed dance underneath lincrusta, write stories in a beautifully arranged journal, every scratch is born from a calm soul.” ✉️
ㅏ࣭ whisper of the sky summon locate a soulmate, share words, convene a story [12/1] 🪷 tenderness approves every stroke, let the feelings flow without hesitation, word by word whisper softly, rolling like a twilight melody, touching soul deepest recesses. ♡ peace pirouette—circumspect, martyrdom ୨୧ framing meaning in unspeakable charm. ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹
“present majestic chance, lights of candles dance, accompanying nostalgic scent meagre edition heirloom stamps. heavy-handed dance underneath lincrusta, write stories in a beautifully arranged journal, every scratch is born from a calm soul.” ✉️
ㅏ࣭ whisper of the sky summon locate a soulmate, share words, convene a story [12/1] 🪷 tenderness approves every stroke, let the feelings flow without hesitation, word by word whisper softly, rolling like a twilight melody, touching soul deepest recesses. ♡ peace pirouette—circumspect, martyrdom ୨୧ framing meaning in unspeakable charm. ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹
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Forwarded from Sniper Sniper Sniper
Each place I reach brings something new, a chance to see more and wander through lands unknown.
When thou dost enter mine world, mayst thou find a place where truth doth grow, where walls fall and weakness is turned to strength. Let the space ’twixt us be one of learning, where we are not mere travelers, but co-authors in this tale we weave, a story that unfolds not quickly, but slowly, as we discover what we are meant to become together.
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