
Saw this trash bin today. Call me crazy but not only does it look kinda pretty, it also seems to suggest many metaphors for the past fifteen years.

Saw this trash bin today. Call me crazy but not only does it look kinda pretty, it also seems to suggest many metaphors for the past fifteen years.
Our wingspan is measured not in inches but in spirit.
Next time you’re mad, try dancing out your anger.
Grandmas and grandpas are
journal, age thirteen
Can plants be happy? If they get what they need, they thrive —
I’ve been saving books for all these years, and they’ve been saving me for my
good luck to you, leo grande
emma thompson — you
are my new hero
The sun is nature’s antidepressant.
Life is so much clearer under the stars than under a roof.
The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy.
Don’t fall prey to the illusion that duty is only to others — you have just as much a duty to care for yourself.
Nature grows beautiful new life over old scars.
…and torture myself with happy thoughts…