“Everything that keeps me together if falling apart…”

Back at home in my room, listening to Modest Mouse, and it feels nice…. Sometimes I wish I could just live here and help fix it up, spending my nights reading by the window and my days working in the wood shop– building shelves, and cabinets and fixing this place up. Sometimes all a man needs his something he can call his own.

But that’s a distant dream for me… I have to face the trials and tribulations of this world before I can find someplace to call home.

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  1. Chyrse says:

    i like to associate my home within people. for some reason, when i see certain people i just think i’m right at home, right where i need ot be. quite the warm fuzzy feeling.

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