Gothic and dark academia aesthetics. I draw with quills, write letters by hand — slowly, when the mood allows. Coffee and tea, both cold more often than not. I read runes instead of people. The outside world feels too loud, too fast — so I stay where the loudest thing is a cup against its saucer, and my own mind speaking.Decadent. Prone to quiet melancholy. I rarely leave my own silence. Sometimes I go for long walks, lost in my own thoughts. What I miss is the weight of a letter — thoughts and feelings poured onto paper, sent to someone patient enough for slow correspondence