I don’t want to be around people anymore; I want to be a recluse and live in a crumbling old stone house in Yorkshire with roses climbing up the walls and fifteen cats all named after characters from classic literature to keep me company. And all I’ll ever do is read books and drink tea and tend to my garden and write stories that I’ll never show to anybody and dress up like a victorian child each morning even though I have nowhere to go and nobody to see.
(via jo-el)