If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,...– “Duke Orsino” in “Twelfth Night” Act 1, scene 1, 1–3 by William Shakespeare (via ohwellpart1)
BEER (from: Love is A Mad Dog From Hell)
I don’t know how many bottles of beer I have consumed while waiting for things to get better I dont know how much wine and whisky and beer mostly beer I have consumed after splits with women- waiting for the phone to ring waiting for the sound of footsteps, and the phone to ring waiting for the sounds of footsteps, and the phone never rings until much later and the footsteps never arrive...
You ignore me Take all I bestow upon you And return exactly nothing Like an infant Selfish, fragile, base Don’t you know how special I am? According to one far superior, I am his beautiful angel His sweet, quirky everything Yet you see only yourself You don’t see my glow A feast of succulent fruit Untouched Why do I even want you?