Words Will Give You Wings


Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Ask me things and stuff.

The Womanifesto: When people say "that's a bad part of town" they really mean "that's a black part of town." →

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My boyfriend lives in Old Louisville, which is a really beautiful, historic area in Louisville, KY. When he first moved there all he ever heard was that it was actually pretty rough. We have taken many late-night walks around his neighborhood, observing the gorgeous Victorians. We have always been…

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