steepy

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose fails
Melodious birds sings madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of lowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull:
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

—  Christopher Marlowe, The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
When It's All Over
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When It's All Over

“The Vampire Diaries 7x16 Soundtrack

"Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
No valleys, groves, hills and fields
Woods or steepy mountains yield
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
And I will make thee beds of roses…" 

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come live with me and be my love / and we will all the pleasures prove / that valleys, groves, hills, and fields / woods, or steepy mountain yields. / and we will sit upon the rocks, / seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, / by shallow rivers to whose falls / melodious birds sing madrigals. / and i will make thee beds of roses / and a thousand fragrant posies, / a cap of flowers, and a kirtle / embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; / a gown made of the finest wool / which from our pretty lambs we pull; / fair lined slippers for the cold, / with buckles of the purest gold; / a belt of straw and ivy buds, / with coral clasps and amber studs: / and if these pleasures may thee move, / come live with me, and be my love. / the shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing / for thy delight each may-morning: / if these delights thy mind may move, / then live with me, and be my love.

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

—  Christopher Marlowe
Ode to My Forgotten Matcha Latte

Shall I compare tea to a summer’s day?
The only common point is that you’re hot
And now even that’s not true–this is to say
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I am not
the sort to blithely waste what I can’t spend
I just wanted something warm before I went

Today the wind swept in on scattered leaves,
nipping at passers-by with frosted teeth
October walked me to my morning classes
With no more than a scant four hours’ sleep

Half dead, tongue-tied, and stumbling over words
I joined my fellow supplicants in search.
Exhaustion loomed like Damocles’ sword
As we alighted on your well-trod hearth
How glad I was, to tarry on that line
As wretched formulae crowded my mind

O, how your sweet aromas did entice!
My stomach tied itself in eager knots
Old powers brewed to exorcise long nights
Bound tight within this paper-chaliced draught. 

The stress alone is our own alchemy
Like you I’m ground to powder, left to steep
I don’t think I’ve yet lain under a pestle
but nor have you, if we speak honestly 

You were bagged in some plant and shipped away
Sat on dark shelves next to an unmade frappe
Dumped out into the sudden light of day
and doused in milk and boiling New York tap
Green green green, in scalding foam thus crowned
But like autumn leaves, cast carelessly aground. 

How tragic! Your descent into the waste
Rich flavors squandered, gone where none will taste
But time cares not for tardy students’ teas
It promises no solace, nor release
October, patient spectre, waits in line
Its with’ring chill will come for me in time
Dear matcha, somewhere better, at least know
Of us, you found the warmest way to go

The Passionate Shepherd To His Love
by Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)
Read by Tom Hiddleston

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

(The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, By Christopher Marlowe)


@rathofthelamb

The Passionate shepherd to his love      (Christopher Marlowe)

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

As we will sit upon the rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks

By the shallow rivers, to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses

And a thousand frangant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool,

Which from our pretty lambs we pull,

Fair linèd slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy-buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs,

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing,

For thy delight each May morning.

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me, and be my love.

This is my favorite poem and it is read by Tom on the Love book app.

Tusok tusok!
— 

Yung ansaya lang mag tusok tusok. Tusok tusok. Street foods. Tinutusok yun eh. Kaya tusok tusok. HAHAHAHA!!

Kahapon binilhan ako ng case ni Steepy, ang saya lang kasi nagmukha na talaga phone yung phone ko. X) Katapos mabili ang case ko.. Lumabas kami rob. Daming nagtitinda :“> "TUSOK TAYOO!!!” -Paj tsaka ako. Nagkakayayaan na, grabe talaga. Ang saya lang. Kumain kami nung bopis? Di ako sure, basta yung di maganda yung amoy pero sweet sya. Pag gabi pala madaming ganon. Madaming tusok. :> Sila steepy nag isaw pa. Nag joke nga ako eh :(((

  • “Knock knock” -ako
  • “Who’s there?” -Paj
  • “Isaw” -Ako
  • “Isaw who?” -Paj
  • “Isaw, bataw, patani” -ako
  • (iniwan ako)

Awtsu, waley ako :((( HAHAHAHHA! Kauwi namin, nag tweet tweet ako. grabe ang tindi talaga ng amoy nung bopis na yun! Sweet yung lasa kaya di ko masyado nagustuhan pero ang lakas talaga ng amoy. Kahit naghugas ka na di sya naaalis. Grabeeee. Nagtweet ako, “Minsan wag  tayo mag rob, mag tusok lang tayo.” At nagkayayaan na. Nagtusok kami kanina, paglabas namin, grabe ang dami talagang nagtitinda sa harap ng University Tower Malate. Si Steepy taya. Kinain ko pugitang pinirito. Sarap nun, naka 5 ako. Tas tinry ko yung isaw. Buset puro tae :3 sobrang pakla! Di ko naubos :( TInapon ko. Kadiri kasi. Huhuhu. Pero nag pugita nalang ulit ako :))) Tapos nun natapos na kami kay kuya isaw. Na 59 kami dun! Tas punta kay kuya Bopis, ayun nanaman :(( Naka isa lang ako, di ko kinaya talaga, ang lakas talaga ng amoy nun, pero sweet talaga sya, Na 30 naman kami dun. Si Steepy nagbayad. Nag enjoy nga si Anna dun eh. Naka 4! Pero 3 lang binayaran, nakalimot na dahil masyadong nadala sa kakakain nya X)) Katapos nun nagpunta kami kay kuya Japanese Cake. Tig iisa lang kami. 20 lang naman yun, natapos na food trip namin dun :3 pero ang sarap. Kasi chocolate yung Japanese Cake. Hihihi. Tas ang aga namin matapos mag tusok. Nag yaya ako mag rob! yeheyyy. Tas bumili kami buko :> This time kanya kanya na. Kala ko naka package din yung drinks sa panlilibre ni Steppy. Huhuhu.Tapos ayun. Katapos ko bilhan ng case kapatid ko. Umuwi na kami. Pero gahd! Kauwi ko toothbrush agad. Tas hugas kamay, amoy pa din si bopis <///3

:)))))