“WHAT KIND OF TIMES ARE THESE There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted who disappeared into those shadows.… — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
~Fake friends are like shadows, always near you at your brightest moments but nowhere to be seen at you Darkest hours < 3 — Angel_eyes Copy Share Image
