there once was a little wind-up girl who lived in a paper landscape.



every morning she would wind herself up



and every night she went to bed dreaming of being real.

xoxo

sasha

*i've been feeling a little melancholy lately, like a wind-up toy that needs to be wound up again. i think that it's all over now and i can finally forget you and move back into being happy.

*last night in my dream everything was made of paper. it reminded me of the science of sleep.