Presenting to yall the OG tiktoker of the century, the Vampire Armand.
Daniel you lucky lucky mf.
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Presenting to yall the OG tiktoker of the century, the Vampire Armand.
Daniel you lucky lucky mf.
Armand getting this close to you and reciting this sonnet... I'd say yes to him sucking me dry, no questions asked.
Over the change and the passing, larger and freer, soars your eternal song, god with the lyre. Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Sonnets to Orpheus, translated by Stephen Mitchell, Sonnet XIX
Devouring Time, blunt you the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as you flee, And do whatever you will, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets; But I forbid you one most heinous crime: O! carve not with your hours my love's fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with your antique pen; Her in your course untainted do allow For beauty's pattern to succeeding women. Yet, do your worst old Time: despite your wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 19
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Sonnet XIX, W. Shakespeare.
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets, And do whatev'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets; But I forbid thee one most heinous crime: O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen; Him in thy course untainted do allow For beauty's pattern to succeeding men. Yet, do they worst, old Time: despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.
William Shakespeare