Devendra Banhart - My Dearest Friend

oh, this just warms my little heart.

dream circuses

i dream atiptop a horse ghost.
my lips tattoo-ripe red.
the popcorn crunching crowd.

pitterpatter

paper doll

If I had an old book paper dress (which I wish upon a star I did), I'd pretend I was a little paper doll. And I would read myself for a while. And when I got done, I could just doggyear my hem and always know my place.