April 2011
110 posts
look like the innocent flower
but be the serpent under’t
but the tigers come at night
with their voices soft as thunder
as they tear your hopes apart
as they turn your dreams to shame
i have of late
but wherefore i know not
lost all my mirth
forgone all custom of exercises
and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition
that this goodly frame, the earth,
seems to me a sterile promontory.
this most excellent canopy, the air,
look you! this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire
why it appeareth nothing to me
but a foul and pestilent...
mood swings.
let's get rich
and buy our parents homes in the south of france.
i very much wish
that i could attend the royal wedding.
