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@silkruebot & @stacopt. 𑘡 forgotten notes scribbled in the margins of someone else’s weathered journal: i wander through days with the meek guilt of a snooper rifling through drawers lined with lavender sachets.
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from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being part of this beginning with me. here’s to everything still ahead together, i hope we can continue to give you that same strength to step forward. thank you so much for the overwhelming love and excitement you’ve shown in celebrating deartoall’s debut. your warm wishes & kind words, also all the hope you’ve poured into this moment mean the absolute world to me. it’s been heartening to see how much positivity you’ve shared and i genuinely believe all of that will come back to you in the most beautiful ways.
huge thanks to:
@cheriesinclair @senverie @fauvemoue @rosegoldest @joursmail @cauldrife @sortives @soulnips @thorblare @wellthimble @oracteers @lacyheart @amourdoves @nomadsrosemarch @oddiesto @tejasvu @heart2poeme @savoleil @sukkieys @griefeater @lunemoirs @draveyn.ㅤ
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pick a wish, please use the keyboard underneath to place a wish for the handlers to craft! ♥️
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when the letter is done .. do they land in teacups? or sleeping shoulders? between the pages of forgotten books or the windowsills of lonely dreams? the prose is never loud.
𞄨. regulations.ㅤㅤ ㅤ𞄨. price list.
𞄨. final pieces.ㅤㅤ ㅤ𞄨. premade list.
𞄨. honest review. ㅤ 𞄨. request page.
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A LEFTOVER BADGE OF
@DEARTOALL’S FEELING. 🗞
some premade goods still linger in the shelves. available not just to be bought, but to be held, remembered, and loved anew.
muse of moodboard.
a. jo zoa.
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topic of wording.
a. sold out caption.
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name-finder idea.
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(📇 regulations). keep track of the rules you’re required to follow & know the basics so you don’t get caught off guard.
a. where it begins.
if you’d like to stay in the loop and never miss a post, feel free to tap the join button on this channel. for anyone who engages in purchase talks but backs out without communication will be blacklisted from future transactions.
b. roll tape: ticked chapter.
custom pieces usually take anywhere from 1 to 15 days to complete, depending on the queue list and how detailed the requests is. if you’re in a hurry or need something prioritized, there is an option to move your order up the list with an added fee.
c. for payments.
you can use the QRIS code with any e-wallet. just a heads-up: if your total goes over 45,000 IDR, there’s a small additional charge of 1,000 IDR. once you’ve made your payment, please send valid proof, and i’ll start on your order right after.
kindly reminder. 𝄞 @scanrois.
every creation shared here is made with heartfelt intention and is not meant to be resold, copied, or reproduced in any form—whether for inspiration, duplication, or resell. any unauthorized use of my work will result in a fee of 250,000 IDR.ㅤ
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A CRIMSON MEMORY: CHERRY-STAINED.
and when the paper is gone, tugged skyward by string or wheel, ready to be begin again when the sun next exhales.
i sit beside the windowsill with a pot of cherry ink and my rosemary-scented paper, the ink is thick, sweet, the color of stolen kisses and orchard-stained fingertips, and as i dip my quill—feathered from an old kite once lost to the wind—i feel the hush of the world lean in, curious. i write in long loops, my letters are not addressed in the way most are; no names & no cities. the world, for one perfect moment felt like a teacup you could live in, warm and wobble-safe. i do not ask for replies: i ask only that someone, somewhere, opens the letter and feels like the memory of being chosen.
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✿ open mutuals.
pages petaled with invisible ink.
when crocuses connive in the loam and lilac wind limns the whisper of secrets unsaid, i find myself scouring the days like an over-curious child rifling through the diary of the universe. doodles of love imagined into being yet never breathed aloud, all the while suspecting that somewhere—just somewhere beyond the veil of the ordinary. i only follow back if you’re on your main account, give feedback often, submerge in shared spaces, and business relevance to profile needs & writing comissions.
and so i go on,
amanda lia.
