I don’t like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It’s just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars…the aria they performed was a song to break the heart…yet somewhere beneath it all was a piercing refrain of glory, glory, glory. — R.J. Anderson
Woke up to the smell of sunshine on hardwood floors, an empty room, cool sheets, and the muffled sound of someone in the kitchen. Thought I was on vacation at the beach with my family for nearly 30 seconds.
Someone requested a post of all of the current Strong Female Characters, so here you go.