Forwarded from LOUNJ CORNER.
#FILLED. Meeting you is one of the things I'm most thankful for, @JYPERSPACE.
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lihatloh lily kami bisa soswit juga........ *terharubanyak*
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send me your best mirror selca jipers, ill rate! :3
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Forwarded from #24hMeokJiseok
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(24H JISHOP, KWAKSHIM RAMYEON
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Standout subculture that herders
An Unfed Stomach.
Symbol of blest ramyeon and the unrivaled comfort beyond convenienceβalong a scrumptious and piquant sense, combined with distant bites in each boxes. Such a place was created for fast fare.
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(24H JISHOP, KWAKSHIM RAMYEON
JANUARY, BIRTH-DATE.) ππ΄
Standout subculture that herders
An Unfed Stomach.
Symbol of blest ramyeon and the unrivaled comfort beyond convenienceβalong a scrumptious and piquant sense, combined with distant bites in each boxes. Such a place was created for fast fare.
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Together with yours in controlled resonance, Kwak Jiseok moves on to his 24th alignment.. A celebration where sound is terrain, color is geometry, sweetness is distortion, and lines define the unsaid. JYPERSPACE's Restraint Bed, your presence maintains the anomaly. ππ«
Let your path resist convenient guidance, even as gravity itself aligns to your cadence. This convergence stands as a moment of lucid, tempered illumination at the crossing of layered planes. Around you, systems recalibrate in response to your sustained presence, where freedom is not excess but a consequence of balance. Let the trace you leave remain indelible across every domain.
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Together with yours in controlled resonance, Kwak Jiseok moves on to his 24th alignment.. A celebration where sound is terrain, color is geometry, sweetness is distortion, and lines define the unsaid. JYPERSPACE's Restraint Bed, your presence maintains the anomaly. ππ«
Let your path resist convenient guidance, even as gravity itself aligns to your cadence. This convergence stands as a moment of lucid, tempered illumination at the crossing of layered planes. Around you, systems recalibrate in response to your sustained presence, where freedom is not excess but a consequence of balance. Let the trace you leave remain indelible across every domain.
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Forwarded from Canticle of Heaven's Paradox: HjΓ«rt.
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Dear..
dear...
Our sweet candelabra looter,
Saturated, not haunted must we sayβyet! Shattered tablecloth, chairs that are filled with one's name, and linking hands that were stained by fig we crushed this early-midday. Darling, was it your glistening eyes that chanters? We hear your calling to reveal this pity-tea-party, a welcoming, mayhaps? So let's be it! Let the candle burn alive as we lift one's sorrow to death.
Toss to us. Under the mad boiling sinensis, @HjertsBot, pretty little finger. Mischievous grief we owe rather than tainted smile as you palm us your burned nails, may it be stained by our eternal vein-loathed ties.
Dear..
dear...
Our sweet candelabra looter,
Saturated, not haunted must we sayβyet! Shattered tablecloth, chairs that are filled with one's name, and linking hands that were stained by fig we crushed this early-midday. Darling, was it your glistening eyes that chanters? We hear your calling to reveal this pity-tea-party, a welcoming, mayhaps? So let's be it! Let the candle burn alive as we lift one's sorrow to death.
Not a scheme of sinister. I, (your name, @) veiled by your sacred offering. Letter my call under (your muse, year) and may the Angels not forbid my plea.
Toss to us. Under the mad boiling sinensis, @HjertsBot, pretty little finger. Mischievous grief we owe rather than tainted smile as you palm us your burned nails, may it be stained by our eternal vein-loathed ties.