truedarkness_

Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the wo

I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid since she is envious, Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it, cast if off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the dairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreast her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as the daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!

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No i dont think hell i mite of been thats the only way i get my pic taken...

No i dont think hell i mite of been thats the only way i get my pic taken...

hey this sucks in that pic i look stoned out of my mind...