“Homeless and starving at the time, I still stopped to feed the birds in Central Park. I was grateful someone gave me their gloves. Is there something you are grateful for? Perspective.” Dave Mustaine
me remembering that time travel doesn’t exist and i’ll never get to see certain bands because they disbanded, certain members died, tickets are expensive, or they’re just not touring anymore:
The urge to shift to another city and cut ties with everyone and start a new journey and visit bookstores and cafes and wear aesthetic clothes and be that mysterious quiet one who has a history and won't speak of it.