Reading at a cafe

when the world feels a little quieter and my thoughts a bit heavier...❤️‍🩹 I’ve always thought of December as the month that wraps everything in a quiet, almost melancholic silence. It’s like the world slows down, but inside, it’s a different story. The pressure to feel festive, to be cheerful, feels almost... surreal. I want to feel the joy, but sometimes it’s just out of reach. I guess, in a way, I learn to live in this space, finding comfort in books, in warm cups of tea, and the soft…

nothing can get better than this!! cafe reading + annotating (plus a huge mug of hot chocolate <3)