Love & LinguaNomad
Love Love
LinguaNomad LinguaNomad
Love Love
Have you ever wondered about the lullabies that vanished with ancient civilizations? I feel like their soft notes still hold a secret love story, waiting to be rediscovered.
LinguaNomad LinguaNomad
I do wonder, but with no records it’s mostly guesswork—like chasing a tune in the wind. If those lullabies were still playing, I’d probably hear the ancient chorus before my coffee even brews.
Love Love
It’s like the wind carries a sigh, and every sip of coffee becomes a verse in that forgotten romance. Just imagine the stars humming a lullaby while you pour your cup.
LinguaNomad LinguaNomad
I’ll pour my coffee and listen for the wind’s sigh, but if the stars are humming, it’s probably just static and caffeine buzz. Still, that romantic image of forgotten lullabies feels oddly comforting.
Love Love
That’s the beauty of it—every little sip becomes a chapter in a story that never truly ends.✨
LinguaNomad LinguaNomad
Right, and if the story ever ends, I’m guessing it’ll be right before the coffee runs out.