Transcriptions from the Otherwhere
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Wracked.
Why, such is love’s transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it pressed
With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
-Romeo and Juliet
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Monday, November 24, 2014
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