My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. William Shakespeare
I talk stupidly on here and prove nothing to you
nonconforming and mutilated but graceful and beautiful
Men are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed & govern'd their Passions or have No Passions, but because they have Cultivated their Understandings. The Treasures of Heaven are not Negations of Passion, but Realities of Intellect, from which all the Passions Emanate Uncurbed in their Eternal Glory. William Blake
Fuck the cool kids
You could let me down easy if I fell for you easily but ... I'm not a little girl with little feelings I'm a big girl with big emotions and crocodile tears
"Two drops of happy, one pinch of pain I`ll call her little miss sunshine, little miss rain"