the way he looks at her


Claw trap. Touch that belly and you’ll have a permanent kitty attached to your forearm

i dont remember this episode of coven?

This poem, often attributed to an anonymous Native American, was actually written by Baltimore housewife Mary Frye in 1932. Mary was moved by the grief of a young Jewish woman staying with them who’s mother fell ill and died in Germany. The woman was unable to attend her mother’s funeral due to rising anti-Semitic sentiment back home and was upset at not being able to visit the grave. The poem later became popular with families of servicemen killed in war, especially when no body is recovered.

I haven’t felt at home for months now I haven’t had a home for months now

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