Here’s a question for you: why does my hair look so much better when I’m home alone, around one thirty in the morning, while it looked as if struck by a tornado all day long?
I hate that lol
It happens all the time! Every day of the month. Right now my hair is the perfect example of curls but I spent the whole day looking like Gene Wilder. Sigh… I guess my hair didn’t get the memo on the whole “gravity” thing the rest of the world has going on…
posted 3 months ago
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Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that languish'd for her sake.
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was us'd in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
'I hate' she alter'd 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 sav'd my life, saying 'not you'.
Sonnet 145, William Shakespeare
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❒ taken ❒ single ✔ chocolate
Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that languish'd for her sake.
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was us'd in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
'I hate' she alter'd 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 sav'd my life, saying 'not you'.
Sonnet 145, William Shakespeare
