"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.
Hemnetgodis på Hvitfeldtsgatan (Trendenser) this simplicity makes me so happy. even if you're rich, there is no harm staying in a house like this. super big homes are cold, lonely and makes me feel guilty.