When life gives you lemons, make orange juice and leave them wondering how the hell you did it.
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot try the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I bet you’re just fine
[Did I make it that easy to walk
Right in and out of my life?]
If you ask God for a sign, He will give you one. But it may not be what you want, and it will rarely make things any easier. It will, however, make things absolutely certain and undeniably right.
Hurts Like Heaven
I think I might legitimately explode or have a nervous breakdown from everything that has accumulated to this week.