My soul is full of whispered song; My blindness is my sight; The shadows that...– ~Alice Cary, Dying Hymn
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? ...
caitsmeissner asked: do you know that I love you? (Guess who!)
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while,...– —>FERRIS BUELLER