

Today after my literature class I went back into myself - into the world of lines, symbols and emotions. Sometimes I feel like books speak to me - whispering in my ear, penetrating my soul, like The Portrait of Dorian Gray... or The Thorn Bush. It's moments like this that I realize why I fell in love with philology - there's something magical about it 🥰 And then there's hot chocolate. There's something so... sensual about it. Exciting. Almost intimate. And on nights like this, I feel especially acute: how nice it would be to share this moment with someone who understands. Do you like it when a girl is smart and a bit mysterious? 💘