I'm home, like- fyi, if you didn't pick up on that already...
I believe in music. I believe in love.
I believe in having a future.
#fuckYOLO
we all have something to live for, and if you don't...
it's time to stop sitting around complaining, or breaking shit
and to start living.
I do not give a flying fuck how old you are.
This is something we can all live by.
Someone told me the other day “Fuck ‘em.”
I’ve definitely said that one before, and I will definitely say it again.
I would like to say this tho...
Stop setting fire to our country.
Whoever that may apply. If your not happy go home. Wherever that may be.
“Home is where the heart is”
If your unhappy here, in Amerrica, then leave, puhlease.
“I'm not always nice, but I’m never mean” -gab koala.
Deal with it. If you want me to tell you what’s on my mind I will.
Like, I really will.
I’m starting to understand the difference between right and wrong.
Yes. And No.
And I do want to take a moment and pause.
Because as much as I love my actual home,
My heart is not at home.
That's one thing I definitely left in Burlington.
I'm filled with this unbelievable sadness.
I miss my ~littles and bigs~ and my babuhs.
And all the other yab readers and gab lovers in btown.
And it sucks. But it's better than being numb.
I can say that much. for right meow.
But I feel grounded. for the first time in a long time.
#groundedbyglitter
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