coffee, books and the meaning of life

No, coffee and books can’t be the meaning of life although a million Tumblr pictures are stubbornly trying to refute me. They, generally speaking, are two things I really love, I can do without but don’t want to and, finally, they’re not always nice. In fact, for about a month now I’ve been drinking coffee that’s…

dust

(* The original post written in Bulgarian dates back to 9 March 2014. As I promised in the Who I am section, I am translating the five posts from last year that, according to WordPress, gained most popularity.)     it’s been long gone the skin I used to touch gone are the eyelashes that…