People always ask me why I have a guitar that I never play.
Truth? My grandpa Steve gave me that guitar a few months before my grandma Debbie got sick so I could use it for guitar classes at MCAA. After she died, I stopped caring about pretty much everything for a long time and gave up learning the guitar. Sometimes I do try to play my guitar, but I always start thinking of how my grandma used to show up to all my MCAA performances with pictures of my face on her tshirt, cheering like a crazy person. And how she wanted to see me learn to play guitar. And how she never will.
And that’s just too much, so I put it right back in the case.
But I can’t get rid of it because I keep hoping someday it will hurt less.
That feeling you get when you’re sick and you’re taking tons of medicine that makes you dizzy and tired and disconnected…. Never seems to go away for me.
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
— Carson McCullers (via reluis)
SUMMER BREAK
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