#tsh

Forgive me, for all the things I did, but mostly for the ones I did not....

[...] And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars....

They too, knew this beautiful and harrowing landscape; they’d had the same experience of looking up from their books ...

And I know I said earlier that he was perfect but he wasn’t perfect, far from it; he could be silly and vain and remote ...