“In some ways I love everything. It’s less of a thing than like, less distinct, less particular. I like the things that I like, but I love everything. There’s much more choice in like; because even the worst things have things to love in them. I love thing so much I feel I could float away.”

This is me.

I like warm days and the sound of wind through the trees. I like children’s stories and scary ones. I like the smell of old books. I like the smell of new books. I like campfires, the feel of silky sheets and warm fluffy towels. I like talking about fictional people as if they were real. I like doing errands. I like lounging around all day. I like old houses. I like old haunted houses. I like swimming and anything that has to do with open water. I like reading books in one go. I like rocking chairs and old cats. I like the smell after rain, although I hate when it rains, but I also sorta’ love it when it rains.

This is me and this is what I like.