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ㅤㅤ[ 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥,
ㅤㅤㅤ𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧—𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗠 ]
ㅤㅤ: 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 :
“This place isn’t loud.
ㅤㅤㅤTonight, it echoes louder for you,
ㅤㅤㅤwalls humming with soft cheers,
ㅤㅤㅤnot quite wild, not quite still,
ㅤㅤㅤjust enough to say: your time has come, light it up.”
We don’t usually stop. We run on noise, on static, on the thrill of breaking through the silence. But even monsters pause when the world decides to celebrate. And today, we do. Not because we’ve changed, but because we see the beauty in contrast. The softness we don’t carry, but respect. The warmth we don’t wear, but feel from afar. To the ones marking the moment: @TheDelaire, @MontgoIfier, @Leutwin, @Kheraeld, @DropTheScythe, @CasaDeDiaz, @Cherrilane, @VerseOfArtists, @NueilOfScars, @TheHefflins, @MansionOfGhislaine, @the18reasons, & @TikeLune. under riot-lit skies, you're loud without a sound. Keep tearing through the night.
( 𝓜 ) … 𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗔𝗡
ㅤ
ㅤㅤ[ 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥,
ㅤㅤㅤ𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧—𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗠 ]
ㅤㅤ: 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 :
“This place isn’t loud.
ㅤㅤㅤTonight, it echoes louder for you,
ㅤㅤㅤwalls humming with soft cheers,
ㅤㅤㅤnot quite wild, not quite still,
ㅤㅤㅤjust enough to say: your time has come, light it up.”
We don’t usually stop. We run on noise, on static, on the thrill of breaking through the silence. But even monsters pause when the world decides to celebrate. And today, we do. Not because we’ve changed, but because we see the beauty in contrast. The softness we don’t carry, but respect. The warmth we don’t wear, but feel from afar. To the ones marking the moment: @TheDelaire, @MontgoIfier, @Leutwin, @Kheraeld, @DropTheScythe, @CasaDeDiaz, @Cherrilane, @VerseOfArtists, @NueilOfScars, @TheHefflins, @MansionOfGhislaine, @the18reasons, & @TikeLune. under riot-lit skies, you're loud without a sound. Keep tearing through the night.
( 𝓜 ) … 𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗔𝗡
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Forwarded from ILLIT VENTURE.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ㅤイロハ 18th バースデー.ᐟ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🥯🌱
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ morn breaketh soft, mist upon stone alive. bells toll afar away. another year hath dawned ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⌗18thWrapsofIROHA 𖹭.ᐟ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🥯🌱
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ morn breaketh soft, mist upon stone alive. bells toll afar away. another year hath dawned ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⌗18thWrapsofIROHA 𖹭.ᐟ
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ㅤㅤ[ 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥,
ㅤㅤㅤ𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧—𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗠 ]
ㅤㅤ: 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 :
“This place isn’t loud.
ㅤㅤㅤTonight, it echoes louder for you,
ㅤㅤㅤwalls humming with soft cheers,
ㅤㅤㅤnot quite wild, not quite still,
ㅤㅤㅤjust enough to say: your time has come, light it up.”
We don’t usually stop. We run on noise, on static, on the thrill of breaking through the silence. But even monsters pause when the world decides to celebrate. And today, we do. Not because we’ve changed, but because we see the beauty in contrast. The softness we don’t carry, but respect. The warmth we don’t wear, but feel from afar. To the ones marking the moment: @TheEldraeth @TheVentresca @IsaUniverse @TheNorbury and @Tyunthera, @Grachter, under riot-lit skies, you're loud without a sound. Keep tearing through the night.
( 𝓜 ) … 𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗔𝗡
ㅤ
ㅤㅤ[ 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥,
ㅤㅤㅤ𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧—𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗠 ]
ㅤㅤ: 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 :
“This place isn’t loud.
ㅤㅤㅤTonight, it echoes louder for you,
ㅤㅤㅤwalls humming with soft cheers,
ㅤㅤㅤnot quite wild, not quite still,
ㅤㅤㅤjust enough to say: your time has come, light it up.”
We don’t usually stop. We run on noise, on static, on the thrill of breaking through the silence. But even monsters pause when the world decides to celebrate. And today, we do. Not because we’ve changed, but because we see the beauty in contrast. The softness we don’t carry, but respect. The warmth we don’t wear, but feel from afar. To the ones marking the moment: @TheEldraeth @TheVentresca @IsaUniverse @TheNorbury and @Tyunthera, @Grachter, under riot-lit skies, you're loud without a sound. Keep tearing through the night.
( 𝓜 ) … 𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗔𝗡
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Forwarded from #CLOVERNoDo. 🛜
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄-𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄.
“Fabric becomes doctrine beneath
dim streetlight and passing hours”
▀▄ ▀▄▀▄ ▀▀▄ ▀▄▀▄ ▀▀▄ ▀▄▀▄ ▀
Beneath sodium-lit firmaments and the
hush of midnight avenues, street-born
regalia stands as scripture carved in
cotton and thread.
🛗 ➜ (WEAR-WITHOUT-BOAST.)
Threads inherit grit, not trends.
This attire speaks not through volume,
but through restraint sharpened by grit,
where elegance is not inherited, but
earned through friction with the world.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄-𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄.
“Fabric becomes doctrine beneath
dim streetlight and passing hours”
▀▄ ▀▄▀▄ ▀▀▄ ▀▄▀▄ ▀▀▄ ▀▄▀▄ ▀
Beneath sodium-lit firmaments and the
hush of midnight avenues, street-born
regalia stands as scripture carved in
cotton and thread.
🛗 ➜ (WEAR-WITHOUT-BOAST.)
Threads inherit grit, not trends.
This attire speaks not through volume,
but through restraint sharpened by grit,
where elegance is not inherited, but
earned through friction with the world.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from TEEZ—BON #Adrenaline
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(BLOOD RUSHING TO MY VEINS)
ADRENALINE :: 아드레날린
We were born in a city where silence
was law, where emotion was taxed,
where dreams were confiscated at
the gate and returned hollow, if at all.
#ADRENALINE
does not apologize.
When time cracked and the hourglass
stuttered, we chose the side that bled
and sang, even if the cost was exile,
even if the price was fire. —- ∕ ..🤩 🔡
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(BLOOD RUSHING TO MY VEINS)
ADRENALINE :: 아드레날린
We were born in a city where silence
was law, where emotion was taxed,
where dreams were confiscated at
the gate and returned hollow, if at all.
#ADRENALINE
does not apologize.
When time cracked and the hourglass
stuttered, we chose the side that bled
and sang, even if the cost was exile,
even if the price was fire. —- ∕ ..
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from 𝐷𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑙𝑚—𝐿𝑒𝑒 𝐿𝑢𝑑𝑎.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ #DaintyBalmLuda
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ◞ ━─────────━ ◟
ㅤㅤ 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ◌ ◦ ㅤ ㅤ ⁕ ࣪ ི⋮
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿
ㅤSpring brings anoints that not everyone can
ㅤoversee. The outright perfect demesne is
ㅤscented with euphoria, daybreak turning to
ㅤundern not ceasing it from unremitting to
ㅤbloom—prevuing its beddable whereabouts
ㅤtoㅤ the ㅤscenery ㅤㅤ ༘
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ..ㅤ ࿔
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐬹
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPixie Under Spinning Windmill,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ NATURE'S CLASPING / 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘥𝘢.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ #DaintyBalmLuda
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ◞ ━─────────━ ◟
ㅤㅤ 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄
ㅤㅤㅤ
SOOTHING ( ོ ) RENAISSANCEㅤㅤㅤㅤ ◌ ◦ ㅤ ㅤ ⁕ ࣪ ི⋮
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿
ㅤSpring brings anoints that not everyone can
ㅤoversee. The outright perfect demesne is
ㅤscented with euphoria, daybreak turning to
ㅤundern not ceasing it from unremitting to
ㅤbloom—prevuing its beddable whereabouts
ㅤtoㅤ the ㅤscenery ㅤㅤ ༘
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ..ㅤ ࿔
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐬹
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPixie Under Spinning Windmill,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ NATURE'S CLASPING / 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘥𝘢.
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