Life in the forest was splintered into threes: men, women, and bears. It was how it had been for eternity, how it would continue to be. They were all the same anyways — they lived with the same eyes, same ears, same noses, same overwhelming bloodlust.
Author: Isabella Orr
Sometimes you feel that love is the kind of thing you have to get good at.
I’ll listen and talk and learn between them, and maybe, just maybe, everything works out.
He posed the question innocently: “Isabella, what do you know about marijuana?”