(via causeitssupersickk)
hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia: the fear of long words.
…thats ironic.
TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NO MAN.
Come gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with this fair night
and give no worship to the garish sun…
Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with this fair night
and give no worship to the garish sun…
Act III, Scene II Romeo and Juliet
before you point your fingers,
be sure your hands are clean
be sure your hands are clean
