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ㅤ            ㅤ ㅤ   STEP INTO THE HAVEN 𖣂 ㅤ   Blossoms decay in hush ㅤ             And when the            quiet echoes, will you ㅤ        remain? / @liltg ㅤ            ㅤ

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎SEARCH FOR SOMETHING: ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‌‎ ‌‎ ‎Places I Belonging. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎Wondered I'm still looking for, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‌‎Yet I know that I'm not lost. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I just keep doing it until it fit me, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎My Soul Would Be Found By You. ‎

            • 𓏲𝒢𑄺˖࣪ ... viens à moi, @ddulcet ⋆           The memoir perennially preserves the whole          of it, in a florilegium of friendship that carve           my name, I will also paint your name in it, let          us cultivate a lovely never-ending amity. ♥️       

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 🥃📂 SATURNINE GIRL SEEKS CO. 19:99 ☆ (downtown, nightfall.) between the flower stall and the corner newspaper stand, @selebritiz is on the prowl for the next favorite persons. share with me your most idiosyncratic slice of city lore. i shall trade you mine! do not be a mere cameo in this opus: become a redivive character with a wardrobe and a well-defined arc. 📰🪩 let us author a friendship that the gossip sheets will tattle about for seasons to come, and simply come as you are, darling. ♥️ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ AN UNFINISHED COMPOSITION— CHARCOAL, PAPER, PALE LIGHT. NO ORCHESTRA, ONLY STATIC. (&.) Apothecary of small observations; marginalia, silver weather, borrowed silence. @ZiyoungSunh wanders through the ordinary as though it were an obscure exhibition, finding composition where everyone else sees coincidence.

ㅤㅤ“Leave the frame imperfect. ㅤㅤSome beauty prefers the ㅤㅤunresolved.”

(..) Looking for a few pals to inhabit the margins—quiet company, curious minds, and conversations with no prescribed ending. Leave a trace; perhaps the unfinished composition finds another line. A Quiet Study In Asymmetry, Rendered Without Explanation. ㅤㅤ

Just a little soul by @Yiahni ⛅ The ocean is wide, but I hope it leads me to a new friend to share little stories and endless sunsets with it 🐚

9/11. NO NAME ON THE DOOR. He keeps no portrait above the fireplace and no history within reach. Knock twice if you’re looking for a new acquaintance, @Nishimuraz.

‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎.°˖⋆ ℧ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎chasing rays to dusty days ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 / 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 / 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎trailed to west-side @ochiquita ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎desert heat and the sunny beat‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎leaving over the blissful breeze‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎roam then finding home to pals‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎cowboy hat also quiet the chat‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎wild and wide, nowhere to hide! ✪ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎

Not just a passing acquaintance, but a genuine connection. I’m drawn to good conversations, intriguing minds, and a little beautiful chaos. If you’re into deep talks, random moments, and effortlessly matching energies, perhaps we’d make quite the lovely companionship. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 — @ssonyou ♡

︎ ︎⠀ ⠀  ︎ ︎⠀︎ ︎ Scuffed Ruth © Faded Static. Hail' Across Our 19 Veins Form Cruises Belongs To @YIUJIN Mixtape Of Graffiti: Enough/Bait Slightly Unruly, 𝖣𝖤𝖢𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖣 𝖲𝖮𝖴𝖫➕ ︎ ︎⠀ ⠀  ︎ ︎⠀︎ ︎

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Kindred Moments.

In a world that rarely slows down and often feels too loud to hold anything gentle, I find myself hoping to meet people who are willing to stay, to listen, and to build something sincere.. friends who feel familiar, and family that grows not from blood, but from shared care, patience, and quiet understanding. (&) (@CHAEAG) I hold this wish without urgency, knowing that the right connections arrive softly, through honest conversations and moments of stillness, where trust can take root and companionship can quietly flourish. ㅤㅤ

   VAPOUR / ROSE / NULLITY. ༺ Feel you it not? Behind the dusk-curtain exhaling the aroma of senescent roses, I wander alone. The noctiluna hangs pallid above the antique castellum, spilling its hyemal luminance upon a visage I no longer recognize. I gather the splinters of remembrance. Scattered betwixt tombstones and rain-drenched foliage, I’m lost. Make odyssey. Peregrination unto the sanctity of caritas and longing. Upon my fingers, a rosasium relinquishes its petals one by one leaving thorns that kiss the skin with dolorous tenderness. And I choose, donning monachism as an ornament. Concealing vulnera behind odeur, then smiling, I’m the wanderer seeking kindred to wander alongside: @Hyekyow   

ㅤㅤ [ issy-les-moulineaux ] ♡ 𝙶𝙸𝙻𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 appeared in peculiar places crooked chipped amphora wistful weathered branch new day! do u mind? @yeonju ⭐️🩷 ㅤㅤ