whn someone asks what i want to do with my loife im like..Yah i wanna ride the metro in the winter….be aparty girl.uhhhh take a dance class and wear leg warmers Umm..have a little baby……Sit on the prairie by my river and close my eyes..thanks so much
“Not all men” I say, “there is but one who is purely good.” But which man am I referring to? In Iceland, deep in the woods and the snow, there lives a lad raised by wolves who feasts upon sunbeams and loves all of nature, unburdened by man’s sins. Tenderly, he strokes a hungry squirrel, sharing with her the last acorns of the autumn harvest. A tear rolls down his cheek. Who is he
