Paris Bound

if you see me wandering the windswept moors and highlands in nothing but a nightgown plastered to my skin with rain, wailing and wringing my hands as i stumble over the already mud-trodden hem, i ask that you do NOT approach. i will be FINE. i just need to work through some stuff & be dramatic first. please respect that.

When you change, don’t announce it. Just bloom.

I want….to bake a loaf of sourdough, pet a lamb, hold a cat, climb a tree, boil the kettle, pick raspberries, plant seeds, weed gardens, harvest carrots, sauté with garlic, tie my apron, take my frocks off the laundrey line, wear daisy garlands, watch it rain from a rocker on my porch, call my dog in from the field, fall in love

the whole thing. the whole entire thing

what do people in their twentys do except go to the grocery store……….

This is amazing