I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
"I dwell in darkness, and darkness is where I belong."
I wanted ye from the first time I saw ye, but I loved ye when you wept in my arms and let me comfort you, that first time at Leoch.
Andrew McCallum, In Sherwood Forest, Nottinghamshire: Winter Evening after Rain, 1881
When you listen to a song you used to listen to ages ago and you get that weird as fuck spine chilling feeling as you remember how your life was at that point in time