"I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: That love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness, that mongrels make good dogs; That the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things"
I know this much is true
A Brief Synopsis
24. College Graduate. Born in NYC. I have been: A Marvel Intern, office gopher, History major, Arctic Biologist (well, pretended to be anyway), intern at CITYarts for a week.
Currently: Master's Student in Literature. Dreamer, poet, dork, nerd, in search of a direction. Any Direction. Comment if you'd like to be added! =)