What light. So breaks. Such east. Very sun. Wow, Juliet.
What Romeo. Such why. Very rose. Still rose.
Very balcony. Such climb.
Much love. So Propose. Wow, marriage.
Very Tybalt. Much stab. What do?
Such exile. Very Mantua. Much sad.
So, priest? Much sleeping. Wow, tomb.
Such poison. What dagger. Very dead. Wow, end.
We are all Nick Miller.
so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and
it’s real. it’s amazing, and it’s hard work, and there are fights (with wands and fists) and nights were all you do is fret over astronomy charts, and days you spend in the forbidden forest, and endless cups of tea, and even more endless wonder. it’s hogwarts, and it’s real.
Sometimes people are poison, and you can do your best to get away from those poisonous people, but maybe they’ll make it hard for you. Maybe they’ll find someone you care about and poison them instead. Maybe they’ll try to poison other people to turn against you, too. But here’s the thing - no matter how many people you have on ‘your side’ or how many minds you think you’ve changed with your lies, YOU’RE the shitty person, not me, and as hard as you try to convince yourself otherwise, I’m pretty sure you know how shitty you are, and that’s why you keep kicking and screaming so hard to make people hate me.