Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
To an Inconstant One
I LOVED thee once; I'll love no more—
Thine be the grief as is the blame;
Thou art not what thou wast before,
What reason I should be the same?
He that can love unloved again,
Hath better store of love than brain:
God send me love my debts to pay,
While unthrifts fool their love away!
Nothing could have my love o'erthrown
If thou hadst still continued mine;
Yea, if thou hadst remain'd thy own,
I might perchance have yet been thine.
But thou thy freedom didst recall
That it thou might elsewhere enthral:
And then how could I but disdain
A captive's captive to remain?
When new desires had conquer'd thee
And changed the object of thy will,
It had been lethargy in me,
Not constancy, to love thee still.
Yea, it had been a sin to go
And prostitute affection so:
Since we are taught no prayers to say
To such as must to others pray.
Yet do thou glory in thy choice—
Thy choice of his good fortune boast;
I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice
To see him gain what I have lost:
-Sir Robert Ayton
Thine be the grief as is the blame;
Thou art not what thou wast before,
What reason I should be the same?
He that can love unloved again,
Hath better store of love than brain:
God send me love my debts to pay,
While unthrifts fool their love away!
Nothing could have my love o'erthrown
If thou hadst still continued mine;
Yea, if thou hadst remain'd thy own,
I might perchance have yet been thine.
But thou thy freedom didst recall
That it thou might elsewhere enthral:
And then how could I but disdain
A captive's captive to remain?
When new desires had conquer'd thee
And changed the object of thy will,
It had been lethargy in me,
Not constancy, to love thee still.
Yea, it had been a sin to go
And prostitute affection so:
Since we are taught no prayers to say
To such as must to others pray.
Yet do thou glory in thy choice—
Thy choice of his good fortune boast;
I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice
To see him gain what I have lost:
-Sir Robert Ayton
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
He prayeth best, who loveth best
No one is capable of understanding that I am incapable of being in a relationship. I don't know why that's so hard to get but apparently it is. I absolutely love the idea of dating and marriage and all that, but when it comes down to it, I am so unprepared for any type of commitment that's it actually laughable. Like, I tell people that going into a relationship and it's always, "no, I've got it. It won't be like that this time." But it always is. Always.
As the common denominator, I think I know the situation best. Sadly.

I so so so so so so so can tell when you lie!
I'm not retarded, thanks. I can't stand anything more than someone who lies to me, actually. The thing is, people take advantage of it because I won't call them out on it, but I know they're doing it. Ugh, and then try to act like nothing is going on by being SUPER nice. Fuck that noise. I ain't stoopid.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
A month yesterday
Til graduation.
So sick of Barack's bullshit. Way to copy Rosario Murillo's speech. Idiot.
Little more than a month til Europe. Thank god.
Even Bush didn't have this many protesters in his first 100 days.
So sick of Barack's bullshit. Way to copy Rosario Murillo's speech. Idiot.
Little more than a month til Europe. Thank god.
Even Bush didn't have this many protesters in his first 100 days.
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