♫ Rest you then, rest, sad eyes. Melt not in weeping. While she lies sleeping. Softly, softly, now softly. Softly lies sleeping ♫
And Mrs. Prentice says that, like her husband, I’m a burned out old shell of a man who cannot even remember what it’s like to love a woman the way her son loves my daughter. And strange as it seems, that’s the first statement made to me all day with which I am prepared to take issue. Because I think you’re wrong. You’re as wrong as you can be.
I NEVER FUCKING NOTICED THE CHAIR THING AND NOW IM FUCKING DEAD
Dude you’ve been missing out cause this moment is poetry in motion
mother fucker is the most graceful and smooth ass bitch you will ever see