I wonder by my troth, what thou and I did till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den? Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be; If ever any beauty I did see, which I desired, and got, twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, which ( Read more... )

ALRIGHT.
I need the fucking beach.
As much as I dread going.. I need it.
And I need someone to hold my hand.
The end.

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