my beloved frauki is coming home from nearly one month in england. i am quite excited to see her.
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 damasked, 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.” —Shakespeare, Sonnet 130 (via uneamesoeur)
I don’t care today. No, not at all.
got a photoshoot in august. quite excited.
did I mention that florence and the machine are genius? they are.
people. stay the fuck away from me. really, it pisses me off. ‘o, we need to meet and I like you and I am interested in your life.’ then one does worry how the other one has been, not hearing ANYTHING for ages, seeing one acting fine. pisses me off.
besides I need to go shopping, but no money, so meh.
Free monday. Green tea, xxl pullover and red dead. I’m in love.
Can’t time skip to saturday please.
I hope you’re not sad about yours? x
It is so hot in my room. I am melting. gahhh
Talk to me.