tutus

Yeah. That. I need to lay down with a cold compress for a few days, and process what THAT all means, and find a way to calm the burstiness of my heart, and to think about all the people that deserve big sloppy bear hug thanks, and to cry – happy tears, happy tears – and, also, sleep.

Lots and lots of sleep.

(video courtesy ShePosts.)

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