my anaconda don't want none less you got some hun

good ol shaky

let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. love is not love
that alters when it alteration finds
or bends with the remover to remove
o no ; it is an ever-fixed mark
that looks on tempests, and is never shaken
it is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown although his height be taken
love's not times's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's compass come;
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
it bears it out even to the edge of doom
if this be error, and upon me prov'd.
i never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

gotta love shakespear

posted by safromhell @ 1:05 AM