Some of the mystifying things Esther has yelled in her sleep since moving here (exactly one month ago):
“I want the moon to kill me!”
“I don’t want to die, I want to eat potatoes!”
“The moon will die! The sun will die!”
(These were from three different nights)
From last night (both in very distraught voice):
“Why is the moon made of the moon?!”
“Why does God want the moon?!”
Other things I have reportedly said in my sleep:
“I support keeping you alive.”
“God is made of cheese”
“God wants us all dead.”
“I don’t fucking care what you do to me, dad. As long as you don’t, like, paralyze me or kill me, I just don’t care.”
(via birdblogwhichisforbirds)






