I promise not to neglect you, and I promise to detach myself all the way, until all that’s left of me is sparkling dust.
Remember how the ground glitters on the grounds of Biltmore? It’s because of the limestone, but let’s pretend it’s because of the gold and the magic. I don’t have anything else right now. The rules of the internet have changed for me lately. Usually the rules are: nothing pithy, nothing gained. No short, clipped ending to round out and fill out. I have nothing but my words.