why do writers continue to attempt sentences when jane austen already wrote the perfect one: “if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more”
I don’t ask for much… just a little cottage with wisteria and ivy climbing the old stone walls, fresh bread to dip in a bowl of soup, and friends who live close enough that I can invite them over for dinner
of COURSE hobbits rarely leave the shire! who would want to leave a cozy little hobbit hole where you eat seven delicious meals a day and blow smoke rings with your besties and steal mushrooms and above all else, you never have to learn what an email is