Toss every thought of, "I can't," out on its ass with such a fierceness that those thoughts wither and die on the vine.
Toss every thought of, "I can't," out on its ass with such a fierceness that those thoughts wither and die on the vine.
Happy Friday, everybody.
Happy Friday, everybody.
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford
The class wars.
The class wars.