Whatever will be, will be.
I was hitchhiking a few weeks ago in Serbia, when a middle-aged Serbian man asked me if he could marry me and move back to the US with me, he said he had the documents for it.
The Wump World was a small world, very much smaller than our world. There were no great oceans, lofty mountains, giant forests, or broad sandy deserts. The Wump World was mostly grassy meadows and clumps of leafy green trees with a few winding rivers and lakes. The Wump World by Bill Peet (via lesamisdelabcfamily)
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