Place where the sidewalk ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
ENJOY! :)
Internally conflicted.
Honestly, things aren’t going the way i want them too. I could grow some balls and not go on the florida trip tomorrow with people i don’t want to see. I could finally stand up to my friends. And its funny because i stand up for them, in any situation I’m the one that deals with confrontation but when it has to do with me and them personally i pussy out and i don’t want anyone mad at me even though i will end up miserable.
This is not who I was a year ago. This is not who I want to be.
I know what I should do for myself but I won’t.
little fille: I was encumbered with still silence at the dinner table and in...
I was encumbered with still silence at the dinner table and in attempts to relieve the quiet, I pestered my dad. I’d quickly spill recently learned little-known facts about World War II after a spoonful of lima beans or a sip of water from my glass. Hitler wanted to be an artist, specifically a…
the cutest of all stories.
and I was right after all you are Austrian ;)
