“Yeah they talk about her
She smiles like shes so tough
She says “hey can you talk a little louder,
I don’t think my heart is broken enough

But someday we’ll all be old
And I’ll be so damn beautiful

Meanwhile I hide my head
Here in this paper bag
Cause if I can’t see you
Then you can’t see me
And it’ll be okay
Fly little bee away
To where theres no more rain
And I can be me” — Anna Nalick


I know I’ve quoted that song before… but some days things just fit.

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As a kid I remember using paper bags to make full head masks. We would cut eyes out and color silly faces on them. Then put them on our head and walk around pretending to be monsters or whatknot.

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It’s odd how things happen all at once. And the whys. And the unknowns.

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