‎9 recipe of love
“This book is so funny, but it makes me know how much you have tried”- P’Shone

I really want to know the 9 recipe. 

‎9 recipe of love

“This book is so funny, but it makes me know how much you have tried”

- P’Shone

I really want to know the 9 recipe. 

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You and I, cries.

The crazy side of me waits you,

every night till my eyes blue,

but I guess you have no clue,

probably I worth not to you.

From far to text,

from no to yes,

from title to name,

We’ve moved quite far,

Still I’m not in your car. 

We part skies,

yet arrived same on the same side dice,

we savour the same plate of spice, 

yet we parted on our pies,

and I’m still mice in your eyes. 

*forgive me Shakespeare, for I have amended your sonnet.*


My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than his lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then his chests are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on his head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in his cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear he speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when he walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any he belied with false compare.

Sonnet 130 
nickrosevelt:

Last night, i dream that i was on a bicycle, cycling through the rain, to buy a watch for my grandmother. Then i took a limousine back to life. I don’t know what this means, but I think its time to go home.

nickrosevelt:

Last night, i dream that i was on a bicycle, cycling through the rain, to buy a watch for my grandmother. Then i took a limousine back to life. I don’t know what this means, but I think its time to go home.

Can I have Qi, you are lucky!

Can I have Qi, you are lucky!

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It’s nice having a guy hugging you while he sleeps. Guess what, it’s my lucky nite! Go screw love! ;(

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Reblog if you’re no longer friends with someone who you once called your best friend.

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