Rainy Windows & Warm Tea ☕️ there is a specific kind of peace that only exists at 2 AM, when the rest of the world is muted and the only sound is the rhythmic hum of the rain against the glass. curling up with a worn-out book, the smell of old paper and earl grey filling the room. just for a moment, the noise of the city feels a million miles away. stay cozy, stay soft. ✨












