Hi, Cherns! Long time no see, been stuck in the studio too long lol
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Forwarded from ㅤEyes of the Soul.
ㅤ "𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘖𝘜𝘛" 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘔
𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘐𝘐𝘐
ㅤ Until you break 5,6,7,8 👊🏻
✨ — 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴.
🎭 — 𝘈𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴.
🏁 — 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴.
Within the fracture of silence, resonance awakens. Neon bleeds into void; echoes rewrite their names upon the dark. Not a descent, but an ignition. What fades was never gone, only #WannaBeLikeCYE waiting to be reborn in static and steel. ⚒️
This is BLACKOUT not the fall of radiance, but the rebirth of everything once consumed by it.
𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚
ㅤ Until you break 5,6,7,8 👊🏻
Within the fracture of silence, resonance awakens. Neon bleeds into void; echoes rewrite their names upon the dark. Not a descent, but an ignition. What fades was never gone, only #WannaBeLikeCYE waiting to be reborn in static and steel. ⚒️
This is BLACKOUT not the fall of radiance, but the rebirth of everything once consumed by it.
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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: @TheScalden & @clyborne. 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: @TheScalden & @clyborne. 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.
Forwarded from Kep1er Projects – "The Rise of Tomorrow’s Stars" 𓇻
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ๋࣭ ⭑🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑
𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐞'𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐦'𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ๋࣭ ⭑🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑
𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐞'𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐦'𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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Forwarded from DIARY OF THE HEFFLINS : A Page We Probably Shouldn't Post.
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ㅤ📔 THE HEFFLINS’ DIARY ENTRY #001
ㅤㅤOUR GATE’S OPEN (APPARENTLY).
So, the elders said we should “open the gate” and let more people in the family. And here we are, @TheHefflins are now accepting new members. Yeah, you heard that right, we’re expanding.
Here’s the lineup we came up with and somehow, it makes sense: Parents Figures (1980–1994), Aunty & Uncle Figures (1995–1999), Eldest Children (2000–2002), Middle Children (2003–2005), Youngest Children (2006–2011). You can peek through here to see our taken list tho! 👀
Send this through @HefflinsBot. 📬
If you can survive a group chat that never sleeps, welcome hugs that come with sarcasm, and a family that laughs way too loud, The Hefflins want YOU! 💥
🏠 Gate’s open. Step in before someone locks it again.
ㅤ📔 THE HEFFLINS’ DIARY ENTRY #001
ㅤㅤOUR GATE’S OPEN (APPARENTLY).
So, the elders said we should “open the gate” and let more people in the family. And here we are, @TheHefflins are now accepting new members. Yeah, you heard that right, we’re expanding.
Here’s the lineup we came up with and somehow, it makes sense: Parents Figures (1980–1994), Aunty & Uncle Figures (1995–1999), Eldest Children (2000–2002), Middle Children (2003–2005), Youngest Children (2006–2011). You can peek through here to see our taken list tho! 👀
Dear The Hefflins, it’s me, (your name), using (your muse + line). I was just minding my own business when I spotted your post-it note on the neighbor’s wall. Congratulations, you’ve got yourself another troublemaker. 👊🏻Send this through @HefflinsBot. 📬
If you can survive a group chat that never sleeps, welcome hugs that come with sarcasm, and a family that laughs way too loud, The Hefflins want YOU! 💥
🏠 Gate’s open. Step in before someone locks it again.
Forwarded from #YoungseoMeowments.
𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ 🎀 ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
Sumptuous Celestemere
opulent fiddled beneath sirenic benison
to eudaemonia lustre clasped in scenes.
Quixotic lavishly elicited Lee Youngseo
whelved in munificence eminence and
dallience luciscura imparted spellbound. ⋆.ೃ࿔
𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ 🎀 ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
Sumptuous Celestemere
opulent fiddled beneath sirenic benison
to eudaemonia lustre clasped in scenes.
Quixotic lavishly elicited Lee Youngseo
whelved in munificence eminence and
dallience luciscura imparted spellbound. ⋆.ೃ࿔
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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: @Eeljes, @LaBeaulieu. 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: @Eeljes, @LaBeaulieu. 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.