'He went on down the hill, toward the dark woods within which the liquid silver voices of the birds called unceasing - the rapid and urgent beating of the urgent and quiring heart of the late spring night. He did not look back.' from "Barn Burning" (1939)
what the hell !!!! ya latif ! mkallakh lakhour
are u facking down in the dumps ??
demghartmus 1 year ago
whaaa??? why??? hmmmm.........
themostawesomone 1 year ago
WTF? You are an idiot.
Gizmowtf 2 years ago