June 2012
May 2012
Tom Hiddleston - If Music Be The Food of Love
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
‘Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe’er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
hey i just met you
and this is crazy
but here’s my number
so call me beep me if you wanna reach me
if you’re ever mugged by someone just scream ‘SWIPER NO SWIPING’ at them and by the rules of crime they have to stop
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