“I am going to make you love me. Sweetheart, what I mean is: I want to sit on the edge of your bed while you have your breakfast - I want to laugh with you, be incredibly silly, be incredibly happy, be like children, and I want to kiss you more than anything in the world.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay in a letter to George Dillon, c. 1929
isn’t it lovely when people ask each other “how did you sleep?”? like wow someone cares about me enough to want even my daily unconscious hours to be nice? how did you sleep? well, i hope. i hope you’re always well
