Sorry I haven’t been posting anything for a while, guys.
Now that I’m back home, my only choices for Internet access are dial-up or sitting in the parking lot of my town library all day. And the library option is sketchy ‘cause there’s a playground right in front of it and I don’t want to be that creepy girl who’s always sitting in her parked car near the children.
It just screams rapist.
I’ll post what I can when I can, but let’s be honest; my blog is more of a casual thing for me to just look at awesome things other people are doing with their lives, so I have a feeling I’m not being terribly missed. But I love you all the same.
Best to you!
Those who are the hardest to love are the ones that need it the most
Issue is, when they push you away. After too long, that person will just go.
Girl With Gold Eyes: okay I’ve gotten to Chapter 7 of Fifty Shades of Grey. I’m tapping out... →
okay
I’ve gotten to Chapter 7 of Fifty Shades of Grey.
I’m tapping out you guys. I’m out.
This is from someone who back in the day (and the day I mean 2007) was a legit Twilight fangirl (I was 14 and naive okay).
This, however, is worse.
It is so blatantly a Twilight fanfic but with different…
Tom Hiddleston reading Shakespeare 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.
MARRRRRRYYYYY COME LISTEN!
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