Emma
@mystical-soul.bsky.social
The wanderer, wandering inside the pages of books.
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Emma
@mystical-soul.bsky.social
· Nov 21
Things Take Me Down the Memory Lane;
The scent of old books,
pages worn with time,
whispering stories I once knew by heart.
A photograph tucked away in a drawer,
faded edges, faces frozen in a moment
that never quite left.
The scent of old books,
pages worn with time,
whispering stories I once knew by heart.
A photograph tucked away in a drawer,
faded edges, faces frozen in a moment
that never quite left.
اب تری آرزو کہاں مجھ کو
میں تری بات بھی نہیں کرتا
آفتاب نواب
میں تری بات بھی نہیں کرتا
آفتاب نواب
November 23, 2024 at 6:48 PM
اب تری آرزو کہاں مجھ کو
میں تری بات بھی نہیں کرتا
آفتاب نواب
میں تری بات بھی نہیں کرتا
آفتاب نواب
It's a beautiful thing to embrace whatever comes your way. You accept things as they are, stop complaining, and simply keep moving forward. 🙌🏻
November 23, 2024 at 6:47 PM
It's a beautiful thing to embrace whatever comes your way. You accept things as they are, stop complaining, and simply keep moving forward. 🙌🏻
This app work on turtle pace.
Uggghhhhh
Uggghhhhh
November 21, 2024 at 8:28 PM
This app work on turtle pace.
Uggghhhhh
Uggghhhhh
Never let me go
Recommended - Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro - a brilliant but deeply unsettling book.
November 21, 2024 at 7:28 PM
Never let me go
Things Take Me Down the Memory Lane;
The scent of old books,
pages worn with time,
whispering stories I once knew by heart.
A photograph tucked away in a drawer,
faded edges, faces frozen in a moment
that never quite left.
The scent of old books,
pages worn with time,
whispering stories I once knew by heart.
A photograph tucked away in a drawer,
faded edges, faces frozen in a moment
that never quite left.
November 21, 2024 at 6:46 PM
Things Take Me Down the Memory Lane;
The scent of old books,
pages worn with time,
whispering stories I once knew by heart.
A photograph tucked away in a drawer,
faded edges, faces frozen in a moment
that never quite left.
The scent of old books,
pages worn with time,
whispering stories I once knew by heart.
A photograph tucked away in a drawer,
faded edges, faces frozen in a moment
that never quite left.