Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe…
I worry about my browsing history on social networking sites, and I browse porn without giving any fucks.
Whaaaaaaaat. This is unholy.
unholy is cool.