The lunatic, the lover, and the poet/ Are of imagination all compact./ One sees more devis than vast hell can hold:/ That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,/ Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt./ The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,/ Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,/ And as imagination bodies forth/ The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen/ Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing/ A local habitation and a name./ Such tricks hath strong imagination/ That, if it would but apprehend some joy,/ It comprehends some bringer of that joy.
despite the fact that water tastes like nothing, it’s actually really good
how does it manage to do that
be tasty with no taste
I brought my little brother Spencer as my date and when I told him I was nominated for this [Hot & Funny] award, he told me that if under any circumstances I won, I had to say the following things.
being related to a celebrity: YOU’RE DOING IT RIGHT
OMG WHEN HE LOOKS AT THE CAMERA AT THE END I JUST