You were the healer—the last light of your party. But now your final ally dies in your arms, and there’s no one left to save. The enemy jeers, calling you useless. You look up, eyes hollow and black. The light is gone. The Void answers. You're no longer a cleric. You're something far worse.
This bookish home in Gothenburg, Sweden features joyful ambiance with cleverly structured bookshelves. The colorful pool of books on the wall are neatly lined-up, forming a healthy contrast against the lighter backdrop. What a lovely arrangement! (Photo by Lina Östling)
The best kind of people are the ones who come into your life and make you see the sun where you saw clouds before …
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name
[text ID: I am what I am and I have to accept myself; I was born like this, in this city, with this dialect, without money; I will give what I can give, I will take what I can take, I will endure what has to be endured.]
Lauren Bacall, 1940s
Windy Peak Vintage
I may be a tiny speck of light In the cosmos.But I was not without purpose.
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