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I tell you now I will not bow to this Ranger from the north, last of a ragged house, long bereft of Lordship.

this is no mere ranger, he is aragorn, son of arathorn, you owe him your allegiance.

The rule of Gondor is mine, and no others.

Somewhere out there is a lady who I think will never be a nun. Auf Wiedersehen, darling.

The hills.........are alive...........with the sound...............of muuuuuuuuuusic.

You have broken the chain and the covenant, you must be judged!

sup thor herbsmileand that chik

What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes, without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

Originally posted by Disturbed Angel
What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes, without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

Originally posted by MR.Grum
you lucky im not in my poet mood right now or i would pwn you so hardhflowers

There's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why then, o brawling love, o loving hate, o anything of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity. Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.

Originally posted by Disturbed Angel
Eh? 131

There's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why then, o brawling love, o loving hate, o anything of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity. Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.

Originally posted by MR.Grum
herbnoneare you trying to challenge me13

I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword. Or manage it to part these men with me.

Peace? Peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.

I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
With my wide eyes
I've seen worlds that don't belong
My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize
Tell me why we live like this

Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me

Originally posted by Disturbed Angel
What, art thou drawn among these, heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death.

I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword. Or manage it to part these men with me.

Peace? Peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.

Oh, I've been holding in a fart all day. I'm too scared to poo it out, for I fear the wife and kids might come out with it...

Originally posted by MR.Grum
Raise Your Pen maiden for to day we fight with words!

When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won.

That will be 'ere the set of sun.

Where the place?

Upon the heath. There to meet with Macbeth.

I come, Grimalkin!

Paddock calls, anon.

Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the fog and filthy air.

I'm bored, again.

Originally posted by Ozone
I'm bored, again.

Wanna do it?

Originally posted by Disturbed Angel
When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won.

That will be 'ere the set of sun.

Where the place?

Upon the heath. There to meet with Macbeth.

I come, Grimalkin!

Paddock calls, anon.

Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the fog and filthy air.

"it stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds"