i thoroughly enjoy being likened to a pixie.
i'm not entirely sure what i want to do. there are so many thoughts scooting, squirming, swimming around in my head that it's hard to tell which one's what.
Romeo: [To Juliet.] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
mused colieCat at 3:06 AM
i know i feel ways i haven't really felt before. I've only kinda brushed up against these kinda emotions. from afar.
i like them. i know that. but they scare me too. scare me in a good way. i think i'm just afraid to put too much weight on them. i don't want to test them too soon. but i don't want to not give them the chance to prove themselves.
things get way too confusing.
mused colieCat at 11:36 PM
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
-William Shakespeare; Romeo and Juliet Act I scene v, 104-111
mused colieCat at 8:25 PM
