Don’t give up on your dreams. Keep sleeping.
I have decided that I no longer want to be an adult. If anyone wants me, I’ll be in my blanket fort coloring.
Q: Why was the strawberry crying?
A: His mom is in a jam.
“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.” ~John Burroughs