List My Channel And Member Kof ( UTAMA )
My Channel :
@Kofreal : My Channel
@Kofreal_id : My Channel Testi
@KofXteam : My Channel Community
@KofXproduk : My Channel Jualan
@AllahTuhankuu : My Channel Alim
@K_X_Team : My Channel New
@KofOffc : My Channel Utama
@Grokreal_id : My Account
Member Kof ( UTAMA )
@KofXTeam : Pemilik $𝗞𝗢𝗙 ( 𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗔 )
@Bozxl1 : My Friends Utama
@kyynyabobo : My Friends Utama
@Grok_md : Staff $𝗞𝗢𝗙 ( 𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗔 )
@Ashergiat : Member $𝗞𝗢𝗙 ( 𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗔 )
@Axeleonnn : Member $𝗞𝗢𝗙 ( 𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗔 )
My Channel :
@Kofreal : My Channel
@Kofreal_id : My Channel Testi
@KofXteam : My Channel Community
@KofXproduk : My Channel Jualan
@AllahTuhankuu : My Channel Alim
@K_X_Team : My Channel New
@KofOffc : My Channel Utama
@Grokreal_id : My Account
Member Kof ( UTAMA )
@KofXTeam : Pemilik $𝗞𝗢𝗙 ( 𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗔 )
@Bozxl1 : My Friends Utama
@kyynyabobo : My Friends Utama
@Grok_md : Staff $𝗞𝗢𝗙 ( 𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗔 )
@Ashergiat : Member $𝗞𝗢𝗙 ( 𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗔 )
@Axeleonnn : Member $𝗞𝗢𝗙 ( 𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗔 )
𓆩⛓️𓆪
Myreth.
(cornucopia & seethe) ✧
the apotheosis of nature's cruel laws.
🎱 a sphere of halcyon rot,
where jubilant souls go to drown.
| a tiny red heart binds
the silence of drowning water.
⌜ 같이 된다:
a flower shade that decays
into a hive dripping with poisoned honey.
° 。peaceful smile with a hidden blade (&.)
like a celosia blooming in the dead stars [27/28]
사랑: stars bleed bright ( charisma—
consumes ) with love ͟͞♠️
𓆩⛓️𓆪
Myreth.
(cornucopia & seethe) ✧
the apotheosis of nature's cruel laws.
🎱 a sphere of halcyon rot,
where jubilant souls go to drown.
| a tiny red heart binds
the silence of drowning water.
⌜ 같이 된다:
a flower shade that decays
into a hive dripping with poisoned honey.
° 。peaceful smile with a hidden blade (&.)
like a celosia blooming in the dead stars [27/28]
사랑: stars bleed bright ( charisma—
consumes ) with love ͟͞♠️
𓆩⛓️𓆪
♱ ; They say there’s a watcher in the fog.
Not human. Not alive. Something in between.
He walks with salt in one hand and prayers in the other.
They call him WRAITH, or the Hollow Keeper.
He doesn’t hunt ghosts to kill them.
He hunts them to return them.
Back to where they belong.
Because this world was never meant to hold the dead.
And he is the one who reminds them.
Not human. Not alive. Something in between.
He walks with salt in one hand and prayers in the other.
They call him WRAITH, or the Hollow Keeper.
He doesn’t hunt ghosts to kill them.
He hunts them to return them.
Back to where they belong.
Because this world was never meant to hold the dead.
And he is the one who reminds them.
What's the point of living if we're not appreciated? We live just to be peaceful, but your lives are still not peaceful? Don't disturb people who are calming their hearts, rather than your own future being destroyed.
Our father taught us how to not get angry easily, not to bully, but why are you still bullying? What problem does the person you're bullying have with you? If you want attention, don't bully, pity his/her heart.
Our mother has raised you to be a smart and wise child, so why are you bullying people, moreover mocking orphans, widows, and the poor? Do you really feel rich? You still ask your mother for money, it's better to be grateful to Allah, there's no point in bullying.
Our father taught us how to not get angry easily, not to bully, but why are you still bullying? What problem does the person you're bullying have with you? If you want attention, don't bully, pity his/her heart.
Our mother has raised you to be a smart and wise child, so why are you bullying people, moreover mocking orphans, widows, and the poor? Do you really feel rich? You still ask your mother for money, it's better to be grateful to Allah, there's no point in bullying.
| 𝐁𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗹 𝐑𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁
signed, D ᝰ
ㅤ ㅤyou think there's nothing to this game; three turns and a gallop is rather tame." ♟️
• dressed nice, sits up straight;
• make some circles and out the gate.
• well then he need to take a ride; 🏍🛞
Take a real good seat and very firm grip; bcs. he is in for quite a trip ⚓️.. 〤
| He'll reach the 1st running 𝟹𝟺
| Lord knows he loves the 𝑹odeo
| skilled jerk Est. 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶s.
| promises to keep and miles to go before
sleep`
| reach 1000km/sec
and the f*cking jerk is, @.usn ❽
signed, D ᝰ
ㅤ ㅤyou think there's nothing to this game; three turns and a gallop is rather tame." ♟️
• dressed nice, sits up straight;
• make some circles and out the gate.
• well then he need to take a ride; 🏍🛞
Take a real good seat and very firm grip; bcs. he is in for quite a trip ⚓️.. 〤
| He'll reach the 1st running 𝟹𝟺
| Lord knows he loves the 𝑹odeo
| skilled jerk Est. 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶s.
| promises to keep and miles to go before
sleep`
| reach 1000km/sec
and the f*cking jerk is, @.usn ❽
ㅤ
[...] Silent: industry. 2011’s Driven (&.) “Echoes of the Overworked Heart” :
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ(PAGE : 4TH) ‘METROPOLITAN HAVEN:
ㅤFusing With Steel-Bound Air: Est—XI.
ㅤㅤ▸ XI. TOWARDS RELENTLESS [ ... ]
ㅤㅤFOCUSED(NESS.) & “SHARP AS A
ㅤ DAWN, QUIET VELVET LATE HOURS.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(&.. 22.47.) : On the skywalk between towers, the avenue yawns below.
“Tonight’s city wears its rigid mask, hum of engines roaming without pause. Striking every corner with determined light.”
ㅤ ㅤStreetglow started dimming, leaving
ㅤ behind a stubborn hush along the
ㅤ corridors. Thin moonlight lingered.
ㅤ
ㅤ▸ ... : Vol, I.ㅤㅤ Order Within Chaos.
┃ Th’ billboards, cables and
┃ window blinds trembled from the
┃ passing breeze.
Nov 18th, 22.47... `Concrete horizons, neon pathways. “Something he oddly finds comfort in.” Pausing mid-bridge while letting cold air fill his lungs, then returning to the work that never stops.ㅤ
[...] Silent: industry. 2011’s Driven (&.) “Echoes of the Overworked Heart” :
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ(PAGE : 4TH) ‘METROPOLITAN HAVEN:
ㅤFusing With Steel-Bound Air: Est—XI.
ㅤㅤ▸ XI. TOWARDS RELENTLESS [ ... ]
ㅤㅤFOCUSED(NESS.) & “SHARP AS A
ㅤ DAWN, QUIET VELVET LATE HOURS.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(&.. 22.47.) : On the skywalk between towers, the avenue yawns below.
“Tonight’s city wears its rigid mask, hum of engines roaming without pause. Striking every corner with determined light.”
ㅤ ㅤStreetglow started dimming, leaving
ㅤ behind a stubborn hush along the
ㅤ corridors. Thin moonlight lingered.
ㅤ
ㅤ▸ ... : Vol, I.ㅤㅤ Order Within Chaos.
┃ Th’ billboards, cables and
┃ window blinds trembled from the
┃ passing breeze.
Nov 18th, 22.47... `Concrete horizons, neon pathways. “Something he oddly finds comfort in.” Pausing mid-bridge while letting cold air fill his lungs, then returning to the work that never stops.ㅤ
IN THE MIRRØR ── CALLING ALPHA PAGE.XI 📁
t.me/username It tasted of metallic sweetness a reckless flirtation with danger.
| "she, the diva" was playing🎴
| with fire, her fingers tangled so
| deep in my hair they gripped
the very roots, pulling until the sting felt like a crowning ache. when the smoke cleared, I looked at the woman lying next to me and wondered: was that really you, (or) just a ghost of the stage? In this game of power, who am I even supposed to please? //
t.me/username It tasted of metallic sweetness a reckless flirtation with danger.
| "she, the diva" was playing🎴
| with fire, her fingers tangled so
| deep in my hair they gripped
the very roots, pulling until the sting felt like a crowning ache. when the smoke cleared, I looked at the woman lying next to me and wondered: was that really you, (or) just a ghost of the stage? In this game of power, who am I even supposed to please? //
| 𝐀𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝐨𝗳 𝐄𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲
signed, D ᝰ
ㅤㅤa collection of faces, dresses, and moments
preserved somewhere between history and memory.
• dressed in silence; remembered in frames.
• portraits that outlived their own time.
• every photograph keeps a story of its own. ♟️
Walk through the room slowly; there is no reason
to hurry when every wall carries another century.
The faces may be unfamiliar, yet somehow they feel
like people we've met in another life.
| 𝟶𝟷 — portraits & forgotten names
| 𝟶𝟸 — dresses from another era
| 𝟶𝟹 — memories kept in monochrome
| 𝟶𝟺 — beauty preserved beyond its time
| 𝟶𝟻 — stories that never needed a voice
Perhaps that is what makes old photographs beautiful;
they never ask to be understood. They simply remain,
quietly watching the years pass by.
some things are not meant to fade. 〤
signed, D ᝰ
ㅤㅤa collection of faces, dresses, and moments
preserved somewhere between history and memory.
• dressed in silence; remembered in frames.
• portraits that outlived their own time.
• every photograph keeps a story of its own. ♟️
Walk through the room slowly; there is no reason
to hurry when every wall carries another century.
The faces may be unfamiliar, yet somehow they feel
like people we've met in another life.
| 𝟶𝟷 — portraits & forgotten names
| 𝟶𝟸 — dresses from another era
| 𝟶𝟹 — memories kept in monochrome
| 𝟶𝟺 — beauty preserved beyond its time
| 𝟶𝟻 — stories that never needed a voice
Perhaps that is what makes old photographs beautiful;
they never ask to be understood. They simply remain,
quietly watching the years pass by.
some things are not meant to fade. 〤