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 ” ]

ㅤ[ UNSEEN : /RED-BLOOD/ 🫀 ] 1978’ “Cruelties”
Tonight, beneath a moon as pale as your CENTURIES-OLD skin, I raise a glass of the deepest red.

“Not wine, not blood—something rarer: a moment of joy that has withstood time.” 📰

Child of the night, whose heart beats not from blood but from memory, passion, and purpose. May your immortal days continue to seduce the stars and shame the sun. Clocks shiver in your presence, unsure if they still matter. You, who has walked through plagues and empires, now greet another cycle—not older, but sharper. Wiser. Wilder. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to MADA HILGERS, ageless one. The night bends at your feet, not in fear, but in admiration. Dance, feast, rule—this evening is yours. ±00

Let’s give the vampire underworld lovely words. 🖋

Happy birthday to MADA HILGERS of vampires, whose laughter outlives tombstones and whose eyes hold stories no mortal dares dream. May your path be lined with silver shadows and loyal echoes, and may even the moon pause to honor you tonight. They say the best parties end at dawn, but yours begins when the sky dies.

Siang sayang-sayangnya gw.

Udah pada makan siang apa belum nih?