fozzie:Webby isn’t quite sure what this all means. Somehow, though, she feels like he’s telling he
fozzie: Webby isn’t quite sure what this all means. Somehow, though, she feels like he’s telling her something important. Like he understands the questions she’s asking. She tucks these words away, close to her heart, for a time when she’ll understand them. “I… see.” He smiles. “I remember being your age… I was very lonely. Always looking for where I belonged.” He ashes his cigar. “There is no ‘where’. You don’t belong with places. You belong with people.” from belong by @ectoviolet ;o; ALSO i just made a new art twitter where this was my first post. follow me @isaac_livengood :o) -- source link