
i have more care to stay than will to go:
come death and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is’t my soul? Let’s talk; it is not day.
(Source: sassandgrass, via sian-valentine)

i have more care to stay than will to go:
come death and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is’t my soul? Let’s talk; it is not day.
(Source: sassandgrass, via sian-valentine)
And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the...
And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the...