She had a gipsy soul and she was supposed to run wild until she find someone, just as wild, to run with.
She had a gipsy soul and she was supposed to run wild until she find someone, just as wild, to run with.
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“What do you want?” “Just coffee. Black – like my soul.” Cassandra Clare/ City of Bones