True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more inconstant than the wind, who woos
Even now the frozen bosom of the North
And,being angered, puffs away from thence,
Turning his side to the dew-dropping South.
WASTING TIME IN BEDS
I wouldn't mind meeting people who drink too much coffee and dance dance dance... ok no one i wanted to meet batman and i did.... lovelovelove
READ MY BLOGS i find it kind of funny i find it kind of sad, the dreams in which im dying are the best ive ever had
True
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love
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vodka.
i live in movies
breakfast at tiffanys
the dreamers
grey's anatomy
books books books
traci harding
shakespeare
emanuelle
Hero?
Thank god we've got heroes like you, who bravely stride forward when duty calls. Just slow enough that people can still whisper in your ear. And if compassion means biting your lip and posing for the cameras. Then bravo! Well done! Skull and bones.