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The Red Pears · Alicia · Song · 2019
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kissed by ladybug
new date on this calendar
alongside my mutuals. ♡ |
2025 has come-gone and somehow @satincoat made it this far because of you, guyss. whether through simple interactions, messages, or orders: helped keep this space active and grew piece by piece. those moments came together and shaped a year full of memories we’ll always appreciate. having you around made the journey feel easier and the days feel more profitable than we expected.
as we move into a new year, we carry all of that with us. wishing 2026 brings you good days, happy moments and many things to be thankful for.♥︎
cheers to happy new year!
my-dearest-mutual @loirecam, @newfogvan, @heartofblair, @rosavers, @bordewels, @fishkettle, @fortulace, @ohdearjuly, @Schavellin, @fourevertwenty, @Exalvor, @motufetu, @fleuryne, @eviresque, @colorbypath, @mifaire, @lacetials, @Thornaxe, @MontElisse, @popinches, @eversoire, @kissncat, @alleagory, @puremistle, @Iacelove, @nymphettesia, @pinktinge, @shouflair, @SpurForge, @teenychip, @virethiel, @glintwild, @maaneps and many more </3
wholeheartedly, @satincoat. 🩷
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゚♫ ˖° [ 𝚂𝙸𝚇 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝚂 / 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 ] the avenues hum a serenade that strewn as though scattered sonatas exchanged with the breeze. what once began as a tender scribble now stitches into a heartened montage: a cavalcade of exchanged glances, runaway tidings, and lamplit benches where yesterday’s ease heartedly sojourns.
thus bloomed her days, petal by wandering petal, recolored in the soft film of lamplight and lavender haze. what she wrote was never loud, it merely trembled like spring does when it arrives not in arrival, but in the aftermath. 🩷🪽
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゚♫ ˖° [ 𝚂𝙸𝚇 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝚂 / 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 ] the avenues hum a serenade that strewn as though scattered sonatas exchanged with the breeze. what once began as a tender scribble now stitches into a heartened montage: a cavalcade of exchanged glances, runaway tidings, and lamplit benches where yesterday’s ease heartedly sojourns.
thus bloomed her days, petal by wandering petal, recolored in the soft film of lamplight and lavender haze. what she wrote was never loud, it merely trembled like spring does when it arrives not in arrival, but in the aftermath. 🩷🪽
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