School work's a little lighter, I'm living a little, and my laundry's not getting heavier. I look a bagful of clothes out of my closet a while ago because I don't touch them anymore, and now the closet feels a wee bit empty. It's all good really because now I can work with my favorite clothes. I'm content my closet isn't big because I'm happy with a small amount of clothes (notice how many times I've worn that gray Zara cardigan?!). I remember reading somewhere that we should all be happy for each piece of clothing because it took us months or years to find what we truly like, and I couldn't agree more.
And somewhere someone sails the ocean
And somewhere someone's running the streets
Somewhere someone's calling out my name
Somewhere they're looking for me
And somewhere someone's running the streets
Somewhere someone's calling out my name
Somewhere they're looking for me
All Day Day Light- Morning Benders
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