(by wwiwsky)
Let’s lift this house from the ground and move it to the fens, love. We can hide here forever. I’ll bake bread, can our food, spin yarn and knit you sweaters; you will weave, brew our beer, walk the dogs and tend our garden. We will sit by the fireplace and read in the evenings, or take long rambles in the cemetery across the way.
I think it’s a mighty good plan.
(via 15buttercups)
