one of the best books i’ve ever read.
Hanging out with the sis, getting ready to play at the Hard Rock Cafe. Photo credit goes to her. :)
My sister performing at the Hard Rock Cafe as I reblog this!! <3 Wish her luckkk!
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune—without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.