⚜️🤎⚜️Lake mystic⚜️🤎⚜️

From hidden places beyond the walls a melodious voice, like the voice of an angel, spoke to her.

إنك كالبيت ، مجرد فكرة العودة إليك دافئة

You're like a home, just the thought of coming back to you is warm

08.05.2024 [🙂‍↕️]

🌼: 새벽에 꽃시장 다녀오기/ I went to the flower market early in the morning.

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“In the end, you feel that your much-vaunted, inexhaustible fantasy is growing tired, debilitated, exhausted, because you're bound to grow out of your old ideals; they're smashed to splinters and turn to dust, and if you have no other life, you have no choice but to keep rebuilding your dreams from the splinters and dust. But the heart longs for something different! And it is vain to dig in the ashes of your old fancies, trying to find even a tiny spark to fan into a new flame that will warm the chilled heart and bring back to life everything that can send the blood rushing wildly through the body, fill the eyes with tears--everything that can delude you so well!” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

The past beats inside me like a second heart