#sonnet27

[sosurreallife]

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ORIGINAL Sonnet XXVII Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,  The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;  But then begins a journey in my head,  To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:  For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,  Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,  And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,  Looking on darkness which the blind do see  Save that my soul’s imaginary sight  Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,  Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,  Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.  Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,  For thee and for myself no quiet find. by William Shakespeare

[germansband]

Weary with toil I haste me to my bed.... -Shakespeare @callherluna 📸📸📸📸 #sonnet27 (at Grand Army Plaza)

[ididntmeantogiveyoumushroomsboy]

Just another video with @stoney_mechanic hitting our mini rigs with our new honey buckets and matching carb caps. Things hit like a dream thanks @sonnet27 @floatculture #coupleswhodab #coupleswhosmokeweed #relationshipgoals #honeybuckets #glasscarbcap #bobmarley #thankyouforpotsmoking #keepcalmandhitabong #onelove #rasta #rigs #sonnet27 #floatculture #woonsocket #rhodeisland #stoners #potheads #marijuana #pot #dabs #dabbers #dank #smokeeliminatorcandles #boyfriend #couples #perfect #threeyearsstrong

[abcdianne]

Rich Kid Sound System - Sonnet 27 Every inch of this song is him.

[monstrousregiment]

sonnet 27

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired:

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see

Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beautuous and her old face new.

Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee and myself no quiet find.