🌿 Lena, 𝟹︎𝟶︎
Software Engineer 🎓 | Koffein-Junkie ☕ |  Potterhead ⚡| Bücherwurm 📚 | Swiftie 🪩  | Bergmädchen 🥾

» All the words that I gather,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken'd or starry bright. «
[W.B. YEATS - Where my books go.]

//𝚑︎𝚒︎𝚌︎ 𝚜︎𝚞︎𝚗︎𝚝︎ 𝚍︎𝚛︎𝚊︎𝚌︎𝚘︎𝚗︎𝚎︎𝚜︎ 🐉