“My roommate leaves me notes on rose petals. Tonight, they read: "I'll be" "Back" "Very" "Late" It was a black pen on red petals. Her flowers must be dying again.” — L.C. Barlow Copy Share Image
“And in this simple moment, I suddenly began to wonder if perhaps we shake hands with God in agreement to the lives we live,… — L.C. Barlow Copy Share Image
“These nights, when I do dream, it is usually of God. And He tells me that something is headed my way again. And I… — L.C. Barlow Copy Share Image
“My roommate leaves me notes on rose petals. Tonight, they read: "I'll be" "Back" "Very" "Late" It was… — L.C. Barlow Copy Share Image
“When the shark stops biting, when the snake stops hissing, when the wolves stop eating their own like they've been taught to do, and… — L.C. Barlow Copy Share Image
“ There are no such things as angels, I thought to myself as I walked that path. There is only Cyrus, those who follow… — L.C. Barlow Copy Share Image
“In my experience, there are, usually , only two types of people in the world. There are the ones who, if you will so… — L.C. Barlow Copy Share Image
