hurry up, we're dreaming.



hurry up, we're dreaming.


hurry up, we're dreaming.

k ∆ + r i n a.

"Restless soul, lie down.
Lie for a while with your ear against the earth
and you'll hear your sister sleep talking,
say, Your hair is long, but not long enough to reach home to me,
but your beard someday might be."
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1/25/12

I hope this will all end quickly and things will turn out alright, because it always seems to mercilessly resonate in me.