The sleepiest. Also, the light from our living room window makes it look like I have terrific skin with no freckles or old ageyness. I would like to stand in front of this window forever and ever amen.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.
— Washington Irving
waking up with nursery rhymes all tangled up in my head
(i used to love this record when i was a kid. i thought it was sort of creepy)