I love the Urdu script. And the colour yellow. And the time just before the dawn. Pink skies. Floofly clouds. And breezy, starry nights. I love sunflowers and Aliceʼs Adventures in Wonderland. And pens that write smoothly. I love the English language and how poetic Van Goghʼs qoutes sound in it. Kafkaʼs exquisite descriptions of his never-ending sufferings. Piles of unread books. And people who are effortlessly themselves.
(and the insane amount of hope and comfort this old random note from my notes app brings me)
