My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
A - If I’m in love. B - Who was the last person who talked on the phone. D - If I have some preference with boys or girls. E - How many have holes in the ear. F - Give me any options, like ‘hot or cold?’ G - The last person I said I love you. H - The last person I hugged. I…
WHY IS FINDING A PLACE TO LIVE SO DAMNED HARD? I HAVE BEEN FINDING THESE GREAT PLACES AND MY DAD IS ALL LIKE ‘UHM NO YOU CAN’T LIVE THERE BECAUSE IT IS A BAD PART OF TOWN’ AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE.
I TRY AND TRY AND TRY AND TRY AND I CAN’T SEEM TO PLEASE HIM. SO THEN I SAY ‘GEE DAD IF YOU CAN FIND A BETTER PLACE THEN SHOW ME’ AND THEN HE IS ALL LIKE ‘OH WOW MS DIVA OVER HERE DON’T GET MAD AT ME’ AND I’M LIKE ‘MAD?? I’M NOT MAD.’
AND HE JUST LAUGHS LIKE ‘OH DON’T STRESS’ AND I WANT TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE THE FIRST WEEK OF AUGUST. DON’T STRESS??? HOW CAN I NOT STRESS??? I’VE BEEN PLANNING THIS SINCE LAST NOVEMBER!!