September 27, 2012

do you know what bliss looks like?

can't you see me in there one day? we will pretend it's somewhere in cheapside, where i study the lives and great loves of my literary heroes while wearing a wool sweater, looking out into the poring rain.

the reality of it all, i'm afraid, is that it's a farmhouse in the island, north logan. nonetheless, i am in love.

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