Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy...
Here’s to you, Heathcliff, and actually getting work done.
Every time I use Siri...
I feel this overwhelming need to say “thank you”… This is a problem. EDIT: This could be due to the fact that it is literally doing my homework for me right now.
My clothes still smell like smoke but it was a great night. Really glad to be growing up.