Festa di Lussuosa: Dimora della Cartledge.

Top of the morning, Cartles! Earlier today, Mymy Bellerose whipped up a scrumptious breakfast that hit all the right spots, and the cozy weather set the perfect stage for a delightful meal. But just when I was basking in breakfast bliss, my mischievous siblings swooped in for some good ol’ teasing. Owen Cartledge, in particular, couldn’t resist poking fun at me all night long with the classic, “Are you going to get pregnant?” Meanwhile, Tatjana Cartledge and Solstice Cartledge couldn’t contain their laughter. Eustoma Cartledge, the peacekeeper of the bunch, simply chuckled at the antics of her rowdy siblings, who, let’s face it, are a bit more wild than a average humans. Ah, the joys of family, even if they do act like a pack of wild animals.

rise and shineeee, cartles!!!

ㅤ ㅤ𖢲 𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭. Cashmere and Vicuña garments pirouetted harmoniously in the breath of wind, murmuring allegory of pretentious as we extend our most luxuriousness salutations to; @TheDenethor, @Enhaphym, @RivalryThrob, @Tweeoratz, @YunaZone, @LaEttoree, @StarRailVanguard, @MobsterCamino, @Fellbones, @MonsTeener, @KiddieTike, @TheFaite, @ForbesFame, @TheAdvenew, @TheDeadIock, @RivalryThrob, and @LadyLures. Let this honouring unfold after the fashion of a Renaissance painting, where one and all smite unveils grandiosity beyond appraise. Carouse in the grandeur of this day, a mosaic of momentarily more valuable than the rarest bijou. May your peregrination through life be a deluxe wandering, a long-lasting patrimony engraved in the chronicles of the time, creating a symphony of love more magnificent with each evanescent aide-memoire. As the Phoebus who set up the sun on this day of gloriousness, may the moonrise convey ambition woven with threads of prosperousness. With boundless admiration and embellished high regards, The Cartledge. ㅤ

I love you, Cartles.

I’m kinda bored, let's play to relieve this boredom.

Shall we play some games?

I miss Cartles so much.

Cartlesss.