so i went up to her room and tiptoed my way through the dark to her little bed. she was fast asleep, looking like a tuckered-out angel. my life fairly flashed before my eyes in that moment. like the opposite of dying; i saw everything i knew fall away and vanish as i found myself in that bed, with my own six-year old head resting on that pillow, knowing nothing, worrying the worries and wondering the wonders and having the dreams that 6-year olds have, before things stopped making sense, before i’d ever had my heart broken and sewn back together with shaky hands, before i’d ever broken any hearts myself with careless and stupid flicks of the wrist, before i had a head full of ideas and theories about love and relationships.
before i’d ever even considered believing or not believing in anything.
and she opened her eyes and looked up at me and grinned her little 6-year old sleepy grin, and i leaned over to kiss her goodnight.
yes, virginia.
there is a santa claus.
i love him, and the story keeps telling itself.
— Finally read Amanda Palmer’s wedding blog. Crying.
(Source: blog.amandapalmer.net)
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I feel like if bunny and I ever talk about amanda again she will make me cry and we won’t be friends
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