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Along with Wilde, every word is written as a sign of how clever I am that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
(@Holoicene — @Donghyum)
A dreamer, through and through.

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Forward from: HOLMES BASE.
#GameOn. Ready, set, rock!

You come to my house with a basket of peaches and a palm dripping with devotion. You say, “I brought you love,” and I shudder so hard the walls start weeping too. I have no bowls, where am I going to keep it in? I don’t have countertops, not even a mug to pretend with. Please, go give your peaches to someone who owns a kitchen.

﹝ @Donghyum / @Callouses﹞


Forward from: HOLMES BASE.
#GameOn. Ready, set, rock!

Let me tell you the fable no one dared to speak aloud. Not a soul wished to hear it, yet it rustled behind every closed door. Let me tell you the truth they have buried under mountains of discarded clothes. Not a soul wished to face it, yet it takes root in their skins.

@DOODLESIE: @CARMHN @WMAKI @MONCHEIRS @ENVAMI @LOWDIVE @DONGHYUM @CANRONGC @HAPNNI @DREWSTARKEYO


Forward from: HOLMES BASE.
#GameOn. Ready, set, rock!
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Look, you've got every color I love, but somehow, you still can't paint me. Typical, right? Anyone could end my life, but it'll never be you. No, not the one who can't even draw a straight line. You wished for a portrait of a dead girl? How ludicrous! All I see is your face buried in a palette of colors I love.

Featuring: @Donghyum & @Wonrbin.


Forward from: HOLMES BASE.
#GameOn. Ready, set, rock!

In this life, you are the greatest cure. My panacea, my ever-there grace. In every ache, I find your face. You, are definitely my panacea. The quiet answer to every ache I’ve ever carried.

Starring: @Myugngjae & @Donghyum.


Not every day feels like a reason. But most days, you are one. Soft blooms on stems no hands reach for. Even the ones marked with warnings. And you asked, "Does it matter if no one calls it lovely?" Maybe it's this. The way it still opens. The way it still tries. The rain fell and then the sky bruised with hail. Someone who loves you gathered what bent. Carried them in, cradled like defeated soldiers. Even fallen, they reached for light. And today, you've stood at the edge of the room. Watched laughter through the glass. Listened to someone speak sorrows in half-drunk syllables. You've felt the ache of almost belonging. But not today. Today is your day. Your voice is in the music. Your feet on the floor. The world still stings, but there is honey in the sting. There are fruits whose names feel like hymns. Mangosteen. Tamarind. Wild plum. Someone is calling your name, with a cake and an off-key song. Someone is glad you stayed. So stay. Touch the table. This is your party, Milena Jaan!


Namaku Jati, Rinai dia. Sebab jati pun, pada akhirnya, tak berdiri tegap tanpa rinai yang membasuh akarnya.




Douglas, Letter to A Ten-Year-Old Me.


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Look, you've got every color I love, but somehow, you still can't paint me. Typical, right? Anyone could end my life, but it'll never be you. No, not the one who can't even draw a straight line. You wished for a portrait of a dead girl? How ludicrous! All I see is your face buried in a palette of colors I love.

Featuring: @Donghyum & @Wonrbin.
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Forward from: BIRTH OF FREE WILL.
In the end, a plan is still a plan, right? And the home, was never truly ours to keep.


Forward from: BIRTH OF FREE WILL.
You did. You wrote it with me—beside me. We wrote the seven-year plan, as if the act of writing them would make them inevitable. We painted walls and filled the rooms with promises, as if they could hold time still for us. We left pieces of ourselves in every corner, as if they would be enough to keep the place whole. We shared our dreams, as if speaking them aloud would turn them into something tangible. And though we tried to hold onto them, we could not keep the walls from crumbling.


Forward from: BIRTH OF FREE WILL.
Seven years from now feels far away, but I know how I want to spend them. Would you let me read it to you?


Forward from: TRIDENT OF LEEHAN.
Anyway, set that aside for a second. How about I give you a date idea where you blow up balloons, and I pop them for you??? Right beside your eardrums? Isn't that the loud love language people keep talking about? Anyone? 😆


Forward from: TRIDENT OF LEEHAN.
Congratulations! This is not a joke! You've just become the 100,000th survivor of Amureochi Ana! We don't know how you did it, but you did! Click here to claim your honorary medal (and maybe a hug... with a peace of mind...?)


Cheers to our new EIC (and me included)! People keep asking, what even is a crowned poet? Well, you've seen MJ, right? That's your answer! Case closed! Gotta admit, this job has been a lot. Overwhelming? Obviously. But then I look at her, juggling even the hardest parts like it's just another Tuesday makes me feel like the crown isn't too heavy to bear after all... Safe to say, MJ as EIC? Best. Decision. Ever. This would be the mic-drop moment on a stage. And maybe it's about time I see it as a win for me too...? Couldn't have done it without her, absolutely.


Forward from: Sullen Tongue.
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i. MJ’s ENTRY #5: The Accidental Rise of One Editor-in-Chief / how to change the trajectory of your life by saying “yes.”
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Shall we go to the river? There is a place I know. The water runs dark and emerald. Wild raspberries tangle in the undergrowth. Ah, sweet and red like stolen ambrosia! Their limbs sag beneath the weight of ripened gold. Right ahead, the hill rises high! Up there is where you belong, Mairin. It is untamed. It is divine. It is waiting for us. Who told you that you couldn't climb? Even a wounded hound still chases the moon. You may stumble, but you were never bound to the ground. If Olympus is beyond you, then let my wings be your chariot. If they reached down to steal, then we will rise up to take. Ah... Is this your first time? Let no fear take root in you! Wrapped in my palms are bandages! The earth is still beneath you, and I am still beside you. Twenty-three years you have walked, yet your place has always been among the stars. You were never meant to kneel. It is not the years that are honored. It is you. Den Mairin, no sun, no moon, no star could ever outshine you today! Climb higher!

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