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(🏠: ENG.) SARCHNER Household: Siblings, snacks, and hallway yelling. No parents, just love and a little chaos. ✷ @Sarchners keeps the memories. ✷ @SarchnerBot & @SarchnerSFS_Bot (SFS)
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ANNOUNCEMENT:
Hello Cherns, we just want to let you know that we, @Sarchner family have officially been DISBANDED, and we truly want to thank you for all the moments, stories, and memories we shared together along the way because they really meant a lot to us. A special goodbye to our neighbor Cherns for being part of our days, our conversations, and our little world here, and even though this chapter is now coming to an end, the memories will stay with us, and always free to unsubscribe from our channel. Thank you and goodbye, Cherns.
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Repost from TEEZ—BON. #SanBerryFestival
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(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. —- ∕ .. 🤩 🔡
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Repost from N/a
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ #DaintyBalmLuda
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ◞ ━─────────━ ◟
ㅤㅤ 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄
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SOOTHING ( ོ ) RENAISSANCE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ◌ ◦ ㅤ ㅤ ⁕ ࣪ ི⋮
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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 ࿔
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPixie Under Spinning Windmill,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ NATURE'S CLASPING / 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘥𝘢.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheNorbury, @TheEldraeth, @Tyunthera, @Grachter. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
