“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring barque,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
― William Shakespeare, Great Sonnets
When kings the sword of justice first lay down,
They are no kings, though they possess the crown.
Titles are shadows, crowns are empty things,
The good of subjects is the end of kings.
—Daniel Defoe
i want my genie pants back….
Years. This idea has been taunting me, i just wanna dance..take me away from this place. This cruelty is all too familiar to my mind, not only that but my body is under attack, yes..i’ve been seen. Yea i’m a voice..i just wanna know if they’re listening, or watching..are you blind to me? and if you are, then why. This wall, i’ve built of my own free will and strength. But i need this, either that or take me away.
He sent me pearls and roses, a diamond necklace too
Oh and I don’t need the devil, now that I’ve got you
We don’t need the storm when we’re making our own thunder
And we don’t need the reaper, we’re already six feet under
If you can pull the trigger, I will load the gun
And if you can tie a knot, I will make sure that you’re hung
If you can find the pills, I will make that bed
And I don’t need the devil, I’ve got you instead
