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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ☕️🪶 .. December, 12th
ㅤㅤㅤwhen the clock strike twelve
ㅤㅤis the moment secrecy determine
soft brown colour, a mesmerizing combination of colors to look at ౨ৎ
refinement such is not distinguishable tho' can grasped central relish sensitivity
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ☕️🪶 .. December, 12th
ㅤㅤㅤwhen the clock strike twelve
ㅤㅤis the moment secrecy determine
soft brown colour, a mesmerizing combination of colors to look at ౨ৎ
refinement such is not distinguishable tho' can grasped central relish sensitivity
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“ pulchritudinous ex
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤquisite scrutiny .. ”• — Hi, I’m Gavan Sadaweera — just someone who enjoys quiet moments and meaningful stories.
I like introducing myself slowly, like waves that come without noise.
🌊— My heart belongs to the Laut, where everything feels calm and honest.
🌙— I often look up at the Langit, because somehow it understands silence better than words.
📝— Writing is my way to breathe — turning feelings into stories no one sees at first.
🌱— Not many people like this color, but for me, green is nature and is always associated with positivity.
🎶— And music? It’s the background of my life, always playing in soft tones.
People say I’m calm, the type who listens more than talks.
Simple, gentle, and yes… maybe a little green flag energy.
Not perfect, just real — and trying to stay kind in a loud world.
I like introducing myself slowly, like waves that come without noise.
🌊— My heart belongs to the Laut, where everything feels calm and honest.
🌙— I often look up at the Langit, because somehow it understands silence better than words.
📝— Writing is my way to breathe — turning feelings into stories no one sees at first.
🌱— Not many people like this color, but for me, green is nature and is always associated with positivity.
🎶— And music? It’s the background of my life, always playing in soft tones.
People say I’m calm, the type who listens more than talks.
Simple, gentle, and yes… maybe a little green flag energy.
Not perfect, just real — and trying to stay kind in a loud world.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
OLD—MONEY. (25'o)
GREEN • DAY’s; Sometimes.
———II, 바람.
Wash; Every dirt that has
been in every journey of life
for a long time, shows how
beautiful the fragrance of
life is, III.
#Behind & (the beautiful video, the music is heard that is so touc-hin-g)
“The world has changed”
OLD—MONEY. (25'o)
GREEN • DAY’s; Sometimes.
———II, 바람.
Wash; Every dirt that has
been in every journey of life
for a long time, shows how
beautiful the fragrance of
life is, III.
#Behind & (the beautiful video, the music is heard that is so touc-hin-g)
“The world has changed”
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ㅤㅤㅤ“Within labyrinthine dominions”
ㅤㅤㅤsovereignty dictates inexorable
ㅤㅤㅤcompliance. ☾ Gavan ☽ 🩸
ㅤ𖣇 Hyunjae 🪦 #Moodboard 📿
Transgression precipitates irrevocable
eradication without concession. Temporal constriction mandates expeditious, unerring execution. Perseverance determines transcendence or annihilation’s inevitability.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ“Within labyrinthine dominions”
ㅤㅤㅤsovereignty dictates inexorable
ㅤㅤㅤcompliance. ☾ Gavan ☽ 🩸
ㅤ𖣇 Hyunjae 🪦 #Moodboard 📿
Transgression precipitates irrevocable
eradication without concession. Temporal constriction mandates expeditious, unerring execution. Perseverance determines transcendence or annihilation’s inevitability.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝚇𝚇. 我是你的。
behind the sturdy
building lurks a slow ˖ʾ ⚔️
but precise target
quiet, calm, focused, careful, alert, one small movement can end a life. the cold wind pierces, the body is half-dead stiff, tries calm. scope locked, the countdown is on ༒︎ target hit shoot and shoot ㅤ𝄽 ꓺ
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ㅤㅤsnipper. ㅤㅤㅤ│ ───
ㅤ(CHAPTER, II) ‣
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behind the sturdy
building lurks a slow ˖ʾ ⚔️
but precise target
quiet, calm, focused, careful, alert, one small movement can end a life. the cold wind pierces, the body is half-dead stiff, tries calm. scope locked, the countdown is on ༒︎ target hit shoot and shoot ㅤ𝄽 ꓺ
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ㅤㅤsnipper. ㅤㅤㅤ│ ───
ㅤ(CHAPTER, II) ‣
00.00 AM: ㅤ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
📖(Nocturnal Capital Reverie.)📖
•—In quiet markets of midnight thought, my mind arbitrates between ambition & doubt—
•—where every risk whispers profit,
and every loss writes its own lesson in #silence.
•—In quiet markets of midnight thought, my mind arbitrates between ambition & doubt—
•—where every risk whispers profit,
and every loss writes its own lesson in #silence.