Buds, dah makan malem kan?

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ㅤ 𝒊𝒊. ──────── They convened beneath the blighted yew, a cabal of vampiric confidants whose camaraderie was calcified by centuries of desolation. | 09’ SHARP EYE. 🦇

No mirth passed between them—only the crepuscular hush of unspoken regrets and sanguine sins. They brought mementos steeped in entropy:
▸ @Highlieght @Barrierent

Their communion was a dirge, not a festivity—an elegy for the selves they had exuviated. Faces gaunt with the elegance of ruin, they lingered in a dolorous circle, embalmed in candle smoke and the distant susurrus of forgotten hymns. Happy Mensiversary, dearest mutual. Even silence, in their presence, felt sentient—like a ghost that remembered when they still prayed. [ 1977 : “ BLOOD OF FAITH ” ]
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Good morning, bud

Minbud menggigil brrrrrr

Cieeee besok Senin

Siapa yg cinta senin?

Yang pasti bukan minbud, sekian 🙏

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ㅤ 𝒊𝒊. ──────── They convened beneath the blighted yew, a cabal of vampiric confidants whose camaraderie was calcified by centuries of desolation. | 09’ SHARP EYE. 🦇

No mirth passed between them—only the crepuscular hush of unspoken regrets and sanguine sins. They brought mementos steeped in entropy:
▸ @Anamnesiaarent @Odyssees

Their communion was a dirge, not a festivity—an elegy for the selves they had exuviated. Faces gaunt with the elegance of ruin, they lingered in a dolorous circle, embalmed in candle smoke and the distant susurrus of forgotten hymns. Happy Mensiversary, dearest mutual. Even silence, in their presence, felt sentient—like a ghost that remembered when they still prayed. [ 1977 : “ BLOOD OF FAITH ” ]