January 2011
Anonymous asked: So whats your type ;)
to all my wonderful followers:
thank you for being wonderful and for following me
xx
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore...
Noah & the Whale, ‘Five Years...
Anonymous asked: What is your favorite flower
