| |
|
|
Home |
|
|
|
|
Browse |
|
|
|
|
|
Live |
|
|
|
|
Join |
|
Collarspace |
|
|
|
|
Dating |
|
|
|
|
News |
|
|
|
|
Mobile |
|
|
|
|
Alt |
|
|
|
|
Safety |
|
|
|
|
Toys |
|
|
|
|
Friends |
|
|
|
|
Resources |
|
|
|
|
Welcome |
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Login |
|
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
| |
|
| |
| |
|
|
|
|
|
| |
I am me. I'm crazy. I love adventure. I'm open minded. I feel too hard. I love too much. I'm not stupid. I talk too much. I like to scream. I'm complicated. I'm usually lost. I can be everything. I dream all day, and dream all night. I smile at babies. I say "Awwww" at animals. Nature heals me. I get hurt easily, but I get over it easily. Im spoiled. I get mad when things don't go my way. I am spiritual. I can be ocd-like. I don't like germs. I love to go barefoot. I hate war. I want to know everything. I want to see every inch of the planet. I want to live in Africa again. I love my family. I have a huge heart. I love Shakespeare. An elephant once fell in love with me. I love the sound of violins. I am me.
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair. Which like two spirits do suggest me still. The better angel is a man right fair. The worser spirit a woman colored ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil tempeth my better angel from my side. She would corrupt my saint to be a devil. Wooing his purity with her foul pride. Whether that my angel be turned fiend? Suspect I may, but not directly tell. But being both from me, both to each friend. I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt. Till my bad angel fire my good one out. -William Shakespeare, Sonnet 144 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
