Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare
Holy shit, am I bitch or what?
*giggle*
*snort*
*guffaw*
Lots of love,
JB
judgybitch 
Brilliant!!!!!!!!!
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Bwhahahaha!
Dartboard?
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One of my favorites! I once knew it by heart. Thanks — I think I’ll commit it again.
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Summer’s lease hath all too short a date…..
Brutal
One of my favourites, too
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments
Love is not love which alters where it alteration finds….
Or something like that.
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“Close enough.” :)~
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I always suspected that women are incapable of love. And Dr. Esther Vilar gave me the scientific answer: it is an evolutionist adaptation. Women cannot feel love because they cannot allow themselves to fall in love with someone who is not convenient in a materialistic way. So, hundred of thousands of years repressing their love, made women heartless. The one with women could fall in love is not the alpha male, neither the beta. Is a rarity that we could name “omega male”. And it is not convenient at all. He is not dominant and tough enough like the alpha, he is not provider enough like the beta. And he is too free. Sometimes appears in scene like the Halley Comet, and then he goes.
Some woman can feel the “fireworks” maybe two, tree times in life with this kind. And they are lucky.
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Do give it a rest. We’ve all known women who disprove this, categorically. No, they’re not built for the same set of traits we are, but love has more than one flavor, and this sort of diatribe is frankly pathetic in the light of simple truth. Your repeated ranting is getting old. This is the only time I will address you directly, and the last time I’ll read past your name. But for the sake of whatever reputation you aspire to: Give it a rest until you’re over it.
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