Painted Memories? *Wonderbar

that guy that fucks you over

forget it.

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- Michael Moon is horrible on Eastenders, poor Jean

- Headfuck, why, lava, eh, meh lol, dancefloor

Since I was young I loved making “treasure maps” “trails” and looking at Atlas’ - not because I like geography - no that’s boring - but I just liked planning where I could go, imaging different routes and finding my way to the treasure.

Maybe I tried to make a treasure map for my own life. I don’t know but I used to think I had it all mapped out - I had a grand plan. 

But I have found that life really doesn’t need a map. 

So what if we don’t know where we are going.

The most fun is getting lost.

Finding your own way.

Sometimes you need a bit of direction.

But if you stray from the path you thought you’d always follow, don’t worry.

You were probably meant to make that step.

I believe that everything will be okay and we’ll get there in the end. 

I’ll get there in the end. 

Yeah my journey has taken a bit of a twisted route, and the yellow brick road I was on has changed it’s colour. 

But I’m just going to enjoy what’s in store.

God’s already mapped it out for me, so I don’t need to fret too much.

Take it as it comes.