I remember when my daddy gave me that gun. He told me that I should never point it at anything in the house; and that he’d rather I’d shoot at tin cans in the backyard. But he said that sooner or later he supposed the temptation to go after birds would be too much, and that I could shoot all the blue jays I wanted - if I could hit ‘em; but to remember it was a sin to kill a mockingbird.
(via skintanhairlongbitch)
When I look into your eyes It’s like watching the night sky, or a beautiful sunrise. There’s so much they hold. & just like them old stars, I see that you’ve come so far to be right where you are. How old is your soul?