All the single ladies, bring me alcohol.
Buying a car today. Signing the lease for an apartment tomorrow. Cash money.
If I could legally go to all my classes mildly intoxicated, this semester would be amazing.
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