lemme just change into my pajamas. the ol PJs. jammies. lil jammy jammers. jam jams. my sleeper slippers + hush bonnet. dream garb. slumber pumps. nightmare raiment. hypnic haltertop. gotta go for a snooze cruise w/ my sleep peeps
This passage opens the book Five Billion Years of Solitude, a reminder that life on Earth has an expiration date, but the duration our existence is in our own hands … nay, our brains, certainly here on Earth, and perhaps beyond.
On that note …(via jtotheizzoe)