Em. Bulgarian. Hopeless Romantic. Book nerd. Shipper by heart. Music & fanfic addict. Poem writer. Caskett and Captain Swan. Mainly.

Books: The Twilight Saga, The Caster Chronicles, Delirium Trilogy, Starcrossed Trilogy, The Great Gatsby, The Luxe Books, The Bride Quartet series, Beautiful Malice, White like milk, red like blood; The Host, Bel Ami, Before I fall, Water for Elephants, Catcher in the rye, Getting over it, Dear John, Wuthering Heights and many, many more.

Music: Florence The Machine, Coldplay, Poets of the fall, The Xx, Muse, Nickelback, Lifehouse, OneRepiblic, Hurts...

TV shows: Castle, Once Upon a Time, Grey's, Private Practice, Las vegas, CSI, Pacific Blue;

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Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearing through
My bedroom to rejoin the cloud,
I know—for I can hear the hiss
And scrape of leaves along the floor—
How may boughs, lashed bare by this,
Will rake the cluttered sky once more.
Tardy, and somewhat south of east,
The sun will rise at length, made known
More by the meagre light increased
Than by a disk in splendour shown;
When, having but to turn my head,
Through the stripped maple I shall see,
Bleak and remembered, patched with red,
The hill all summer hid from me.

Edna St. Vincent Millay