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Today has been a crazy assortment of 6+ hours of driving, lots of walking, and cool bits in the middle of all of it. I'm absolutely exhausted and all I want to do is cry about Zayn Malik leaving One Direction (which I think we will talk about tomorrow) and sleep until May. So, today I'm going to leave you with one of my favorite sonnets. Did you just remember how freaking weird I am? I did too. I'm sorry.

I love this sonnet. It's my absolute favorite and I memorized it when I was in the eighth grade -- test me next time you see me: do I still remember it? 

Anyway, here you go:

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. 

catch you later,
Karleigh

"The greatest challenge in life is discovering who you are. The second greatest is being happy with what you find." // unknown