Sophiiee · 18-21, F
Seek help.
DeluxedEdition · 26-30, F
It doesn’t say anything about you but this college gives Eastern Europe vibes
sirenofthesea · F
I’ve loved Eastern Europe since I was a little girl so I think you are right! @DeluxedEdition
DeluxedEdition · 26-30, F
@sirenofthesea what do you like about it? Is that where bohemian culture originated?
BiasForAction · M
You were created as a character in a Jane Austen novel and you now are trapped in the 21st century.
sirenofthesea · F
Too true, I don’t understand the modern world at all.@BiasForAction
BiasForAction · M
@sirenofthesea I don’t either but I belong in a different universe
tindrummer · M
your library's full of Virginia Woolf
sirenofthesea · F
Not that fond of her @tindrummer
tindrummer · M
@sirenofthesea me either but I did stay in one of her flats in London which is now a b&b 😎
Isthisit · F
Youre a very poetic old soul
Montanaman · M
You could have been Elizabeth Bennet.😏💞
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Torn60 · M
You are an old soul and from a time long ago

SW-User
She Walks in Beauty
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Dino11 · M
You look great from any angle.