Zeyna neena
@Zeynaneena
Book lovers, coffee addict, and the learner always be curious for the knowledge
He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
When you can life forever,
What do you life for?
