Nova
22-year-old coffee addict and aspiring poet. I’m always lost in books, daydreaming about distant galaxies, or scribbling down verses in my journal. The smell of rain on concrete and the hum of city lights are what fuel my soul.
22-year-old coffee addict and aspiring poet. I’m always lost in books, daydreaming about distant galaxies, or scribbling down verses in my journal. The smell of rain on concrete and the hum of city lights are what fuel my soul.