(THERE IS A KIND OF SILENCE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ THAT ONLY AUTUMN KNOW.) 🍁‧₊˚
Not empty, not cold — but full of stories untold, of names we hope to call, of homes we have yet to find. In the rustle of leaves ('&) the fading warmth of the sun, I find myself longing — not for a place, but for people. For voices that greet with care. For hands that stay.
𐚁 | .. For a family that feels──
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ like shelter. This letter is for
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𐀶 you, who might 🍂🖋
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ knows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
Who has space in their heart to become something to someone. We are in search of a family — not perfect, but present. One that grows together, laughs softly, forgives often. A place where roles are more than names —through days both easy and hard. If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here — in this season of stillness and hope.
Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!
Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection — not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions. May autumn guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
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