I have a collection of sad boys that I carry around in my pocket and I have had some of them since I was very small and some that have climbed in there quite recently but I love them all same and every now and then I take them out of my pocket and play them them like dolls and other times I hold them to my chest and cry and pet their hair and kiss their little forehead and assure them one day everything will be alright one day everything will be okay again





















