May. 14th, 2005
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May. 14th, 2005 10:40 am1. Name:
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6. Do you read my journal:
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2. Date of birth:
3. Place of residence:
4. What makes you happy:
5. What are you listening to now/last listened to:
6. Do you read my journal:
7. If you do, what are the bits that stand out as particularily good or bad:
8. Interesting fact about yourself:
9. Are you in love at the moment, or have a crush:
10. Favourite spot/place to be:
11. Your favourite lyrics (poetry or song):
12. Best time of the year:
RECOMMEND
1. A movie:
2. A book:
3. Artist/band, song and album:
PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. If we have mutual LJ friends, tell me what you like about them:
4. Put this in your own journal so I can tell you what I like about you
Sonnet CXVI
May. 14th, 2005 04:55 pmCXVI.
LET me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which 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 Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
~ William Shakespeare
LET me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which 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 Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
~ William Shakespeare