My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.
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Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
What scares you?
I HTAE BEING A TEENAGER I ALWAYS EITHER WANT TO THROW MYSELF OUT A WINDOW OR CUDDLE WITH CUT E PERSON OR EAT A COW
Jean Paul Gaultier, Spring 2010
Oasis | Don’t Look Back In Anger
I’m gonna start a revolution from my bed
'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside ‘cos summertime’s in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
'Cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out