| If you'll go, Go away forever Don't come back And haunt me as ever Run away with it, I don't care I've got many before me, It won't matter I've got lots to be thankful for, No thanks to you So go away. |
| "I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain." |
| The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms are broken if revealed. |
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| They inspire me... and i find thier work truley amazing.. |

| Squeel som en gris, så squeel! squeel! ~ Hate is baggage. If there is one thing I have learnt it is that lifes to short to be pissed off all the time, its just not worth it... but that's hard. although we are not enimies, but friends, we must not be enimies. Though passion may have been strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature. SONNET #21 by: William Shakespeare (1564-1616) O is it not with me as with that Muse Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse; Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare That heaven's airs in this huge rondure hems. O let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air: Let them say more that like of hearsay well; I will not praise that purpose not to sell. Facebook: [link] Tumblr: [link] Email: ask. God Bless. |
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