Forwarded from La Mavie Vine: #SeVineDay.
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Good eve, guys! Guess what? Me and my friend Sarchner’s Leehan in sleek black fits, feeling comfy and confident at the same time, not trying to impress, not trying to explain. How do we look tonight? Kinda slaying, right? LOL. Just me and my friend, eating yummy food all day (so happy). It’s rare for us to actually have free time and hang out like this. Maybe we’ll do this again next month? ^___^
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Good eve, guys! Guess what? Me and my friend Sarchner’s Leehan in sleek black fits, feeling comfy and confident at the same time, not trying to impress, not trying to explain. How do we look tonight? Kinda slaying, right? LOL. Just me and my friend, eating yummy food all day (so happy). It’s rare for us to actually have free time and hang out like this. Maybe we’ll do this again next month? ^___^
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Forwarded from Prodigious Corsair Kin: THE VANSENTS
Holiday didn’t arrive with plans or noise. It showed up quietly—in shared glances, slow mornings, and nights that felt longer than usual.
Vansent’s Kya with:: Berhtouven’s Kya, Sarchner’s Kya, Roselain’s Kya, Zachruelle’s Kya, Hefflins’s Kya, and Luevine’s Kya ♡ moving through the days like time wasn’t something to chase. Different moments, same rhythm. Dressing up without urgency, wandering without direction, letting the hours soften us.
There were moments of stillness by the window, light falling gently across familiar faces. Moments after dark, when the city glowed and everything felt a little more honest. No one was trying to make it memorable yet every second quietly became one. Somewhere along the way, the holiday stopped feeling like a date on the calendar. It turned into a state of mind. A pause we allowed ourselves. A reminder that rest can be shared, and silence can be comforting =3____<3 ♥️!
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @Afrodistrella & @StarryofVincent. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @Afrodistrella & @StarryofVincent. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
❤1
Forwarded from CORTIS #Keonho17Sessions
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤCHILD MERRIMENTED BY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHARMONYㅤ/ㅤGRACED
ㅤㅤㅤㅤTRIBUTE TO SONANCY
“sonance left in keys candence after measure...”
Virtuosity stoops to grace, and he appears conducted some inwards diapason pitched by heaven's own reckoning. The miss of ivory yields willingly—in his hands. / SONANCE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKim Juhoon,
𝄞𓍢ִ໋sustained beyond the final chord.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤCHILD MERRIMENTED BY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHARMONYㅤ/ㅤGRACED
ㅤㅤㅤㅤTRIBUTE TO SONANCY
“sonance left in keys candence after measure...”
Virtuosity stoops to grace, and he appears conducted some inwards diapason pitched by heaven's own reckoning. The miss of ivory yields willingly—in his hands. / SONANCE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKim Juhoon,
(03/01) 🎹𝄞𓍢ִ໋sustained beyond the final chord.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheStahlbaum, @Clardforge, @TheRuneshard, @HouseWellington, @Silvyrneemanor, and @TheCaintje. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheStahlbaum, @Clardforge, @TheRuneshard, @HouseWellington, @Silvyrneemanor, and @TheCaintje. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheNorbury, @TheVentrasca, @TheEldraeth, @Tyunthera, @Grachter. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheNorbury, @TheVentrasca, @TheEldraeth, @Tyunthera, @Grachter. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @GrimOfFost, @casaseretti, @HouseOfDulcia, and @Fimesse. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @GrimOfFost, @casaseretti, @HouseOfDulcia, and @Fimesse. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
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