20. Oxford.
feminist, dog-lover and baking enthusiast.
Oh my thoughts, I
Return to summertime,
When I kissed your ankle.
I kissed you through the night.All my gifts, I gave everything to you,
Your strange imagination.
You threw it all away.Now my heart is
Returned to sister winter.
Now my heart is
As cold as ice.
— Sister Winter, Sufjan Stevens.
