How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live ‘em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.
OK it seems I have pissed off this fellow tumblr “whiskeyandmisanthropy” by forgetting to ensure that everyone knows this is not my photo in any shape or form, but theirs. I am usually pretty hot on including sources when I post seems I had a blip this time and didn’t. Apparently I am ‘lame’ for making out its mine….not sure I ever actually said it was mine…but anyways….this is not my photo people :D
There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you—just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.
Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.