I want a cottage with a stream behind it and a forest that goes for miles on and deer are seen peeking out from the branches. Tea is brewing and my garden’s flowers are blooming. I am at peace with the world and full of kindness.
Me, in a few years time on a foggy morning, sitting on the porch of my little cottage in the Scottish highlands, doing a little cross stitch pattern of my cat quietly lying next to me: hey watch this *breathes and u can see it* im a dragon.
I feel the mountains burn inside 