حين يُصلح الله خراب قلبك، يهدأ فيك كل طوفان، فلا تحزنك خيبة، ولا يكسر خاطرك جفاء أحد؛ لأنك عرفت أخيرًا أين تضع محبتك، فتستشعر دائمًا بقلبك أنك منذ أويت إلى الله، لم تعد ترجو من العالمين شيئًا، وما عبرت هذا التِّيه كلّه، إلا لتكتشف أن الله وحده كان وجهتك، ومرفأك، وسكنك الذي لا
II always wonder why I can’t just do stuff, and I’m always in a depressive rut and can’t get my life together, there is obviously many things that attribute to it but, anytime I deeply think about it I always don’t believe in myself and I can’t feel self assured about anything
DCepressing into subtleBhords and vocals blend orgastically before
Valancing then teetering on tonal tightropes strung across;
Mowel sounds, too, widen into yawning canyons,
Hatter’s available valences;
nz frequencies and lambda-symbolized wavelengths,
ervous system using
Ybou can read it here: <clickclickclick>Sut we love that in this house, in this garden ^^ Excerpt:
hen Qingqiu is a bit unhinged, that freak /lovingly
We see this in the way it affects our sense of self: Trauma, danger, paranoia, happy time, sad time. It affacts us in the ways that it thinks will give it the best chances of survival. But by that logic, why does it give the sad time and trauma?