EELJE: Gridlock Guild Rosters.
СтатистикаForged bonds that cloaked in hues of crimson and emerald. Embodies kinship, bearing trust, and loyalty; as we craft legacies that sealed inside every letters we write with devotion, @ofEELJE.
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ㅤ It’s summertime and the shoreline is calling me to get closer. I think I’ve gone too much that I need some more of the sea, to be precise... this very week. I don’t necessarily woke up earlier, today. The flight back was so fast I need to catch and trying not to lose another limbs on the way home. Instead of something sterile, I’ve got to open my eyes with the smell of peach french toast next to me, to be truth, the cinnamon that woke me up right-away, thanks to Kakak Sangwon for the baking. While I had to chew on the summer peaches and the toast’s burnt edges, I thought that I need some water, more than the regular ones I always had whenever I go to the bathroom. So as someone with a bigger pride, I grabbed my things and flew down the road, The Japanese House’s Sunshine Baby blasted inside the car and I had a great time seeing tall palm trees on the way. The sand stings, but it didn’t affect me to keep digging my feet deeper down the ground. Make sure you have enough heat for your body too, Ilyes! ☀ ㅤ
Do not worry, I'll treat my siblings very, very, very soon~
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Ilyes~ I am sorry that I just had time to spare it for you. I've been busy for the past few months. And here I am, winning the "Best Supporting Actor" award for The Shadow's Edge from the 38th Hundred Flowers Awards. I want to say thank you to all of the people who have always been supporting me, especially Eeljes. Without their support, maybe I don't know what I should hold onto when things get tough. I promise to give you more of my best performances for the upcoming movie! And that's the end of my words. 520, Eeljes~ 😼❤️
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We’ll serve some tea and go back to sleep (recharging)
We’ll allow the neighbors to get inside our house and we’ll go out instead. (Introvert)
How about we throw a party inside the house and invite our lovely neighbors to join the fun with us?
Happy monthsary, Eelje. ♥
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ㅤㅤ Good evening, my Ilyes~ I’ve arrived on LA safely and I don’t think it’s just a trip of trip; which I found that I should try alot of things here to maximize my exclusive me-time. I woke up earlier today and the air hits right away, it was smelled much more like orange juice and pastries down the hotel’s window! I made my bed and decided to go around while looking past the city, and to fill, to show, to share a little glimpse of my routine today, I headed into a photobooth none other than to capture how-it-looked-like. I thought it was good, don’t you think so? I posted it here just in case anybody might miss it later on, so for a looking back kinda thing... and I do miss my family and my neighbors a little too much. Keep this as a keepsake. ♥ ㅤㅤ
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︎︎︎ ︎ ︎︎︎ ︎ ︎︎︎ ︎ ︎︎︎ ︎ ︎︎︎ It's certainly been a while, and I hope you're all doing very well, Ilyes. I was strolling around the streets last weekend to clear my mind before getting back to work. I visited a small restaurant near the river, and the view was beautiful—the kind of beauty I hadn't seen in quite some time. I bought a few drinks as well, and they're safely tucked away in the fridge now. (They tasted really good, honestly.) ︎︎︎ ︎ ︎︎︎ ︎ ︎︎︎ ︎ ︎︎︎ ︎ ︎︎︎
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ㅤ Good evening, loves! The midnight air somehow hits cold and it’s all about burnt rubber and citrus vape smoke out from the alleyways. I step out onto the curb looking exactly like a cyberpunk extra; grey denim jacket and metal zippers—boxy-shouldered, stripped of anything soft. It’s a late-nineties junk-store trash meets year-3000 wasteland wear of heavy utility grommets, double-stitched seams and an old reflective strip across the back that catches headlights like a sudden flare, they said. I am nothing more than a girl who supposedly ran away to sneak down the lower decks of some kind of space-station that night. But do you think so, Ilyes? The bass from the venue across the street too, shaking the glass of convenience store windows right up through the rubber soles of my platform sneakers. Another night to gamble under the neon-lit perimeter of late diner, basically. I watch the headlights of passing sedans sweep over the wet asphalt and it seems like nobody’s really worrying about tomorrow morning. ㅤ