“clouds conspire above my head i overheard them saying i wish he was dead today the sunset burned my eyes and in the next room i hear someone cry”
Hon A B Lincoln… Dear Sir My father has just home from the fair and brought...– :) The letter that made Lincoln grow a beard (via historical-nonfiction)
damn this book for ruining my day.
“Somewhere, out over the bay, a boat horn groaned into the night. The atmosphere felt sluggish and thick, no manufactured wind streaming from the vents. I stared at the fullness of her lips, the dense fall of her hair framing her cheeks, but the dark obscured her features. I almost reached for her face: My heart. You’re the last one I’d want to hurt.” ~ Paul Lisicky, The...
i'm really loving my creative writing class.
that is all. :)
mmmhmm. holaamiga: this is by far one of the...
i just really, really want to go home.