hay gurl, gimmie dat pussay.
Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
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 damask’d, 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.
Submitted by face—the—strange
My ears just orgasmed
i am broken
be me ?
sit and wait
transform my view
the way i see
does good equal bad
in my eyes
“i quit smoking in a day and
i terrified her.
i asked her why.
because. a person that
can quit smoking in a day,
can leave behind anything
and not look back.
what she meant was,
i could leave behind
- “habits”, hafsa atique
13 days till I cut it! Taking suggestions..
Let’s go to groovacious. Help me with those hard decisions.