I’m sorry dear, but this just doesn’t seem easy to let go.
It’s nothing, so do not fear, because it’s just a matter of ego.
It’s alright dear, someday you will know.
I won’t let any tear. No, I won’t let it. No.
Why is it even possible?
How can I still miss you when I no longer love you?
How can I still dream about you when I no longer think about you?
How can I…how can you…how can it be possible?
A blast from the past. But then again, it has nothing to do with me. Loving you to.
poparently, my head
When I’m with YOU :)
There were times in my life, where I feel happy all the day.
When everything I did, I did it for you, and you were happy with that, and I was happy just because you were.
When I feel loved, just by loving you.
Though it was a short moments, it was a good life.
This lamp represents the Supermoon, the biggest full moon in a cycle of 18 years. It is composed of LED lights and is an accurate presentation of the moon, based on the lunar orbiter Kaguya’s 3D topographic data of the moon.
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Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.Submitted by face—the—strange
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