#longfellow

I can't believe that we are calculating the amount of light years used to travel Space-Chase Model 3.0 to Pluto!" shrieked Alice, bouncing up and down in a totally undignified way for her 14-year-old self. "I'm sure what you just said makes perfect sense to you." grumbled Olivia,as she glared at the marble-white,slippery floor of the CAST lobby. Alice stared at her with aggravation. She'd once read a book on face reading, and Olivia's emotions rung clear- It wasn't fair that she was here,and not at home,downloading a hot new song on iTunes or something. Everybody here was totally spaced out. ↗

— Chloe Gadsby-Jones

#olivia-cosby #home

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#longfellow #poetry #sadness #life

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#mourning

These are the woes of Slaves;/They glare from the abyss;/They cry, from unknown graves,/"We are the Witnesses! ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#henry #henry-wadsworth-longfellow #inspirational #longfellow #poems