'soon this space will be too small and I'll laugh so hard that the walls cave in then I'll die three times and be born again in a little box with a golden key and a flying fish will set me free ... soon this space will be too small and I'll go outside and I'll go outside'... lhasa de sela

Staring Girl
I once knew a girl
who would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care



She'd stare at the ground,


She'd stare at the sky.



She'd stare at you for hours,
and you'd never know why.




But after winning the local staring contest,

she finally gave her eyes
a well-deserved rest.


Tim Burton's The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy






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