The wind is blowing again…
“I wish I could travel like you do,” is a sentence I hear a lot.
“I wish I could travel like you do,” is a sentence I hear a lot.
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.
This is for the wild ones.
The beautiful part is: All things age. All things decay.
Please stop complaining. ‘Adulting’ has its difficulties, but I think more than that, it has its promises…
“I want someone to worship me,” said Allen…
From January 4, 2010 so we cause some trouble, throw some stones, break some windows, break some bones. in whoseContinue Reading