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That's not a life... it's a J.Crew catalogue

You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning and, though the details are fuzzy, you cannot say that the terrain is entirely unfamiliar.

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Daisy just txtd me this from last night. I really wouldnt mind quiting my job and heading out to the Vineyard for the rest of the year. 

Daisy just txtd me this from last night. I really wouldnt mind quiting my job and heading out to the Vineyard for the rest of the year. 

Reasons I love the Vineyard Gazette, they post things like this to their social media because its what’s really important.

Reasons I love the Vineyard Gazette, they post things like this to their social media because its what’s really important.

Gpoyw. Back on the rock, of course we spent the first night at the boathouse.

Gpoyw. Back on the rock, of course we spent the first night at the boathouse.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
(I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.)
-Sonnet 13, William Shakespear
I can always remember the first part, everything in parenthesis is always lost in my memory. 

Also: is it summer yet?

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

(I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.)

-Sonnet 13, William Shakespear

I can always remember the first part, everything in parenthesis is always lost in my memory. 

Also: is it summer yet?

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