Walk A Little On The Lake Path With Me. The Sun Is Coming Up.

Walk a little on the lake path with me. The sun is coming up.

𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨:

empty perfume bottles

abandoned castles

pressed flowers

smell of soil after rain

old books with dust all over them

walking all alone in a museum hall

languages that humanity no longer uses

stars, the moon, the entire universe and it's secrets

For anyone who needs it right now, here’s a bee bumbling around a foxglove in my garden

by Peder Mørk Mønsted

when next month arrives, i promise i've already started being kinder to myself

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost