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Gothic and dark academia aesthetics. I draw with feathers, write letters by hand — slowly, when the mood allows. Coffee and tea, both cold more often than not. The world outside is too loud and fast — so I retreat where the loudest sound is a cup clinking and my own thoughts speaking. Decadent. Melancholic by nature. Not looking for sympathy, just not pretending otherwise.
Looking for slow, thoughtful correspondence. No rush, no pressure. Distance suits me. Write when a thought lingers. Letters are not messages — they are visits. Just something real.