“ Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate" To me that languished for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was used in giving gentle doom, And taught it thus anew to greet: "I hate" she altered with an end, That followed it as gentle day Doth follow night, who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away. "I hate" from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying "not you."
|| 22 || Unemployed Ballerina due to a torn ACL & MCL || Loves Painting Cooking and Baking || Single || Straight || **This is an RP accnt**
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I think Savvy and Charlotte would like the clothes I got while I lived in London.
CALVIN! Your kitty better be a white russian or else I can’t love it.
How did I get to the living room-wait is this the living room… how is it nearly time to go to work.
There’s an alien on me…
Up has become down. I wonder if I do pass out if I’ll go down gracefully.
I just want to sleep but I just lie there thinking and I don’t want to think and I don’t want to miss home, I don’t want to cry.
It’s that kind of morning! Mmmmhm.
