“The moon likes secrets. And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her shadows and leaves us to ask whether they originated from otherworlds, or from our own imaginations.”
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I can’t explain how much I don’t want to be the best thing in your life. I really fuckin don’t. I’m flawed and I fail, and darlin, I fuck things up. I’m human. And your life has better things in it than me and if you can’t see that, honey, I’m worried. I don’t wanna be better than sunsets, or breakfast, or sitting on your porch after dark. I don’t want you to love me more than you love gettin up in the mornin and puttin on your favorite shirt. I don’t want you to think about me every second of the day. There’s better things to think about: comfy chairs and gentle guitar and dogs wearing bandanas. I don’t want to be your world. The world is beautiful and wide and it has so much more to offer you than I do. I don’t ever want you to love me more than you love bein alive.
- going to university, and studying something beautiful, like ancient history or english literature or art.
- living in paris.
- living in a city where it rains a lot.
- living in a cottage that i keep well kept, and i always have wildflowers to admire.
- a large library.
- spending my time with a girl who loves academia and finer things.
- speaking fluent french, but never getting the accent quite right.
- peace, in any form it wishes.
- many cups of earl grey tea.
- a herb garden that i use when making dinners, adding them even when the recipe doesn’t call for them
- love, in any form it wishes.



