I’ve been using this lighter all week. Just realized what it says.
Where’s the joy?
Where’s the love?
Where’s the happiness?
I’m not sure
I read letters that I wrote myself
Saying not to forget how I felt
And I don’t know what it was
That I wrote about at all
I woke up one day
No longer a child
And I’ll spend my life
Trying to remember
How to be joyful
How to forgive
How to be happy
We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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| — | Carson McCullers (via vvolare) |
@darianfordarian you’re supposed to be here to squish these kinds of things :( #havingapanicattack #getthefuckoffofmyceiling
