@bamboohoods good morning bambubs! planning hari ini upchar sampai pingsan. 🙋 sarapan pake apa ya enaknya? selain pake konten upchar yang seabrek itu </3
who else could’ve done this to us... if not 𝖸͟𝖮͟𝖴? a little confusion, a lot of chaos, our world spiraled fast. the vampires can’t hold back anymore. will our desire destroy everything, 𝗈͟𝗋͟ 𝖺͟𝗐͟𝖺͟𝗄͟𝖾͟𝗇͟ 𝗂͟𝗍͟? ✽,
this film concept left me breathless, 𝗅͟𝗂͟𝗍͟𝖾͟𝗋͟𝖺͟𝗅͟𝗅͟𝗒. the tension was unreal. hiding from our own selves, constantly questioning who’s behind it all. the dark forest only made it 𝗆͟𝗈͟𝗋͟𝖾͟ 𝗁͟𝖺͟𝗎͟𝗇͟𝗍͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝗀͟.
https://t.co/akLmkBodE0
@heesaung hyung tau banget layla sukanya apa. curiga sering nemenin layla makan. 😭 makasih ya hyung! nanti dikasih ke layla, dia pasti kesenengan dapet rejeki nomplok. kata layla ambil aja ambil kalungnya
the 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 version teaser made me realize love truly blinds. not just love, but 𝗈͟𝗏͟𝖾͟𝗋͟𝗐͟𝗁͟𝖾͟𝗅͟𝗆͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝗀͟ 𝖽͟𝖾͟𝗌͟𝗂͟𝗋͟𝖾 too. these hands and lips are aching, begging to break free from the chains that torment them.
my hands are bound, like i’ve committed a thousand sins. but tell me, is yearning for you truly a crime? then call it 𝖼͟𝗋͟𝗂͟𝗆͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝖺͟𝗅͟ 𝗅͟𝗈͟𝗏͟𝖾, and i’ll break every chain to reach you. ⛓️💥💥
a glimmering knife caught our eyes : 𝗍͟𝗈͟𝗈͟ 𝖻͟𝗋͟𝗂͟𝗀͟𝗁͟𝗍͟, 𝗍͟𝗈͟𝗈͟ 𝗍͟𝖾͟𝗆͟𝗉͟𝗍͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝗀͟. even with full awareness, we still reached for it. what spell lured us in? maybe... it's the first sign of the next chapter unfolding.
it didn’t stop there. a mask over my face, hands bound tight : 𝗍͟𝗈͟ 𝗁͟𝗂͟𝖽͟𝖾͟ 𝗆͟𝗒͟ 𝖽͟𝖾͟𝖾͟𝗉͟𝖾͟𝗌͟𝗍͟ 𝖽͟𝖾͟𝗌͟𝗂͟𝗋͟𝖾͟. but this isn’t just any mask. it’s the kind that calms the chaos within me… even if only for a moment.
a tuxedo drapes over a body full of secrets, each fold hiding a story untold. gloved hands conceal the curse i carry, while my eyes lock onto the night’s prey. but what i hunt, 𝗋͟𝖾͟𝗆͟𝖺͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝗌͟ 𝖺͟ 𝗆͟𝗒͟𝗌͟𝗍͟𝖾͟𝗋͟𝗒͟.
@bamboohoods halo OA bambubs! mau kenalan dan ngobrol sampai dipisahin warga kira-kira aku udah ketelat belum? btw, tanggal-tanggal ini udah aku catet di buku diaryku ya. 🥺
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝗛𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 has arrived. Woven in rhythm, carved in flame ˖ each beat a 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, each hour a name. 𝒟ear bubs, the drums 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋: the opening nears .ᐟ
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