“Love is like handing someone a gun and having them point it at your heart and trusting them to never pull the trigger.”
—SpongeBob
March 2009
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“Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are.”
—Augustine of Hippo
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Estelle Ft. Kanye - American Boy
Dress smart like a London Bloke,
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this Pea Coat, Tell me he’s broke.
Cleaning out the closet.
Finding skeletons from the past that have somehow managed to hide in the dark corners. They’ve gathered dust and cobwebs, and forgotten memories.
I found my shoeboxes filled with dead barbie dolls, some half naked, and plastic miniature silverware, things to play house with. I dumped them in a plastic bag.
Pictures from past homecomings and proms. All awkward. I was never really photogenic.
Trucker hats I never wore but thought were cool. They never seemed to mold well onto my big round head.
Old penpal letters that I never replied to. We have Facebook for that type of things now. Although I do miss the thrill of receiving mail.
High school report cards. Damn it, Maraby.
I found art that I should’ve thrown out long ago. Art that was made for me. They’re still very nice, like, really cool, but they don’t illicit the same emotions they had a few years ago. I stuffed it into the recycling bin.
Dust, dust, and more dust.
