GALAXY BASE.

unfortunately that’s the end of my shift today. i had an amazing journey together on my ship and i’ll see you on another trip to outerspace later, this has been min juju, signing out! then, have a great night! 🩶

ㅤㅤ This is not a new beginning. This is not an end. I’m following what I couldn’t have for three years, to reach it again and bring it into the hands of endless awaken. You feel it too? Don’t you? I do not live in the past or the future, I am now; in the present. I’m trying to look after someone who wants to accompany my journey and hear about my lore as in we can share and exchange our stories together and become storytellers or listeners. I hope this will find you intriguing to accept and can be upgraded to a dream come true. Probably, my dream. To become everyone’s friend to admire, friend to behold, friend to wrap in warmth, friend to always have your back, friend to tell a silly story, or just friend to be with. ㅤㅤ

ㅤ My fingertips grant the sunlit’s wish to slip through the vacant lucarne, the rose-scented capacity infused softly upon the just brewed morrow tea. Caressing the blanched blush petals of roses on billet, the thorns, tenderly not viciously touched my hands without the intent to wound. Oh... With what verses am I supposed to refine this scheme of grace. The sort cradle me on every dawning. On the bed of roses by the balm fluttering fancy-free in the canopy. From the auroral rosy, to the sallow blush overlooked. From perished to thrive celestially again: Marking the line by roses as to etch solace through devout society, @Seobyeon. ♥️ ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ mist-craft: @eminki atelier 𝚒. 𝟷𝟽-𝟾𝟿𝟽 / thistle morning dew beneath patient bought, every passing verdure meadow through paths tucking little moments amidst shades of melody and delight. leaves room for whoever wanders by for draw on. ❀♫⋆.˚ ㅤㅤㅤ

(VOID IS LAW, BLEAK NEMESIS.) IN MIDNIGHT'S GRASP I FALL. A soul untethered but bound to dust, a whisper drowning in the silence. I call again, "Who?" but no voice answers, only the cold touch of forsaken stars and the weight of silence pressing down. The void devours, but I step forward where will unravels and there is no choice. A nowhere seems endless, but the abyss hums my name, a song of loss and a hymn of release. The hush is not empty; it hums with unseen murmurs, a language created through echoes of what once was. I reach not in hope, but in the quiet certainty that even absence has form, turning the intangible into something almost tangible. If the abyss sings, then perhaps I, too, am a note in its endless refrain, neither fading nor whole, only drifting, only waiting. @Cpanyoung, I wait where shadows breathe, neither fleeing nor free.

I have set / two plates / for us. Reach for the untouched pale-fork, thus the blade already acquainted with the tenderness of skin. Shall you harvest this pomum beside me? Beneath the descending gloaming, where nightfall inherits its own psudo. As the one you shall someday summon with gentle solemnity, (@hchiquita) kindred. ঔৣ

ㅤ           The world was never quiet; it was only I who lived within the empty chambers of my heart. My own shadow distorts into the darkness, making it feel foreign—how I no longer recognize myself anymore. The hatred between my soul and body could no longer be recognized. The bitter feeling left its residue within me. Won't you heal me, dear friend, before I wander into the seas once again, as the walls slowly close around my chest and the unwanted noise devours me, @kilalxa?   ㅤ

ㅤHE GROOVE—AND ( ☆ 2008 ) newpals. ㅤㅤ𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 ¡𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦n @Martqin £/ move in silence and let the results speak louder than words, no need to prove anything to anyone, just stay focused and keep going confidence grows when the mindset stays steady. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ @nyomwan (𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟼) ⊹ ... ♥️ patulous is my blithe energy through every small empty pocket of hearts, friendship that i seek with sweet missive penned in sincerity. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⋆ warm hearted kisses poured down upon the damsel’s tresses filled with blithely woven roses above the furry carpet, leading souls to long-awaited friendship @cbhengxuan ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

odd fellas, assemble. 🚻

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤNo Doubt, 0.9 Chances. ㅤㅤㅤ@SEAN. / Lane. ©²⁴ ㅤㅤㅤStraight 88-th: Fellas? ↑ ㅤㅤㅤ(Come Forth.) +770-80. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ A STRUCTURAL COLLAPSE WHERE THE BEAMS HAVE LONG SINCE GIVEN WAY I CARRIED IT BEHIND MY RIBS: @JUINKYU / The table is set with bread that turns to ash on my tongue. I find myself feasting on the edges of memory. Sharpening the grief until it swallowing the cold. Obsidian weight of it whole. Why sustain a vessel that is busy unmaking itself? I track the way sorrow stains the daylight. The way the light dies behind the eyes of those who still pretend they are tethered to the living. Others chase satiety, seeking the comfort of full bellies. Would you accompany me to erase my misery? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘋𝘙𝘖𝘉𝘌: ‘‘Selection feels Intentional’’ ★ I, move through Night with (OPEN—SPIRIT.) Hoping You, appear through, DMs @Edwzrds 📞🇺🇸 The Familiar, My OutFit! Corners of City, المفضلة ╱🔙 Laughter waiting to Happen, stories Hovern within evening #WIND. Distressed Jacket, Layered Textures, rings glinting beneath streetlight Shimmer. And., Energy feels Approachable, pulling kindred spirits closer Without Force. Will you Knock?ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Pals

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ $ 2008, OUT OF FRAME. Midnight shades, scattered signals, and something vaguely familiar. Keeping the edges unconventional, with no intention of staying still. A strange little place, perhaps, for friendship? @Edwardsz ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ @ENAMI. ♥️🩹 It did not resemble the blueprints I folded beneath my pillow, nor the heavens I stitched into my younger ribs. It spoke another language, carried another weather, called me by a name I had never practiced. Come closer and press your ear against the hollow of my chest—can you hear it? Its heartbeat knew mine. It sheltered the same ancient ache. And what remains is not the life I begged for, but the longing that survived every version of me.​ ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍒 CHERRY DELIVERY! ㅤㅤ ㅤ♡ searching for new friends ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ warning! being friends with @ahyoen means you'll get random messages. Maybe with a simple "hello," a random conversation that turns into late-night yapping, and gets excited over the tiniest things. let's collect happy moments, celebrate each other's little wins, and make every ordinary day a little brighter together. my roomchats are open, don't be shy—I promise I don't bite... unless you're a strawberry mochi 🍓˚⊹♡