The distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go. Is ignorance bliss? I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
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The Ballad of Love and Hate -The Avett Brothers
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door
Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor
He says, “Love, I’m sorry” and she says, “What for?”
I’m yours and that’s it, whatever
I should not have been gone for so long
I’m your and that’s it, forever
You’re mine and that’s it, forever
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Ferrell’s Finest
I would join twitter just for Will Ferrell. Oh, whisper sweet nothings.
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