Yay! Another awesome rat/cat ring giveaway!
Perfect way to show everyone how ridiculous your love is for these awesome furbabies.
Reblog up to five times. (Likes won’t be counted)
You don’t have to follow me, but chances are if you like rats and cats, you’ll dig my blog.
Winner will have the choice of which ring they would like!
Winner will be chosen randomly on May 20th!
Good luck!
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This is much too base to be written by Shakespeare.
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And here’s a little Cedric Diggory to end the post:
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He is stark mad, whoever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it can ten in less space devour ;
Who will believe me, if I swear
That I have had the plague a year?
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?
Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
If once into love’s hands it come !
All other griefs allow a part
To other griefs, and ask themselves but some ;
They come to us, but us love draws ;
He swallows us and never chaws ;
By him, as by chain’d shot, whole ranks do die ;
He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.
If ‘twere not so, what did become
Of my heart when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried none with me.
If it had gone to thee, I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite ;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite ;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.
SAIL.
New reaction gif for everything.
“My grandma just died.” 
“I have a new baby boy!!”
“I blame it on my ADD.”
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by Gary Soto
The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any…
