My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
The artist drew Pluto crying.
“It sucks to know that you screwed up but the only thing worse than a failed attempt, an unfortunate inconvenience, a broken heart or a wasted opportunity is the time spent reflecting on that bad memory. It’s dirt and if you allow it to, it will suffocate you.”
So today someone asked me why I’m so nice to people who make my tea, or cash me out at a takeaway place or even the security guard or janitor that I see in the hallway… I guess the only way I can explain it is in terms of things that I’ve learned both since I was little and through experience…
Sugarland singing O Come O Come Emanuel. holymotherofallthatisgood.
And i believe in peter pan and miracles
And anything i can to get by
And fireflies” – faith hill