“Dear sister, our moon is waiting for us
Dear sister, the sun is going to shine on us
Remember Vienna, Remember March
Let’s be strong for another night You’re all alone in there, I’m all alone in here
But we have each other, you know it, dear
For evermore, for evermore My little fairy, I believe in you like Peter Pan
The color pink never looked so good in your eyes
You’re so special, so celestial
I’m all here to make you remember that For evermore, for evermore Our stars crossed, I think Shakespeare would love it
How our love make us less lonely
Dear friend, dear sister, i really love you
You’re gonna glow like Bowie, I know you I will watch you grow from here
Cause I know you will be what you dream
Have faith like I have on you
Cause you have all the time in the world to get to the moon And soon I’ll be by your side
Then we’ll sit in your bed once again
Stoned, hungry and happy till we decide
Which cult movie we’re gonna watch
Taylor Swift or Sponge Bob?
You decide, my little fairy
As long as we have your bong, we’re gonna be alright I know we’re going to be alright”
Flat, glossy, iridescent? What the hell did that mean? Juli Baker had always just seemed plain to me.
Until now. And the way she talked about what it felt like to be up in that tree… to be held above the earth, brushed by the wind. Who in junior high talks like that? This weird feeling started taking over in the pit of my stomach… and I didn’t like it.
maybe if you take a hot shower. cook something. eat a little soup. feel a little sunshine. make something with your hands—it doesn’t have to be big. maybe if you stretch your body and draw a silly little picture and get some rest, the world will feel like something your hands can still hold
