Yay!  I always knew I should have been a fighter pilot!  Great start to my vacation!

Yay! I always knew I should have been a fighter pilot! Great start to my vacation!

I’m apologizing in advance,  I’ve been writing the next chapter of To Heal Her Heart all week and I still didn’t finish! I’m going to visit my family this weekend so I won’t be able to finish until next week……I promise this chapter will be worth the wait!   

#piccollage #ToHealHerHeart #notsorryaboutthepicturesthough #sorryaboutthewait #Wattpad

I’m apologizing in advance, I’ve been writing the next chapter of To Heal Her Heart all week and I still didn’t finish! I’m going to visit my family this weekend so I won’t be able to finish until next week……I promise this chapter will be worth the wait!

#piccollage #ToHealHerHeart #notsorryaboutthepicturesthough #sorryaboutthewait #Wattpad

So this is happening….Finally watching Pompeii…the Celt, although he’ll always be Jon Snow to me

So this is happening….Finally watching Pompeii…the Celt, although he’ll always be Jon Snow to me

Finally!  Chapter 18 is finished and published!  Sorry it took so long,  I’ll write quicker next chapter, I promise! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Link is in my bio, enjoy!  #ToHealHerHeart #Wattpad

Finally! Chapter 18 is finished and published! Sorry it took so long, I’ll write quicker next chapter, I promise! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Link is in my bio, enjoy! #ToHealHerHeart #Wattpad

stillabrit:

Shakespeare Sonnet no.55

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments 
Of princes, shall outhve this powerful rime;
But you shall shine more bright in these con- 
tents 
Than unswept stone, besmear’d with sluttish
time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn, 
And broils root out the work of masonry, 
Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall
burn
The living record of your memory. 
‘Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity 
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find
room
Even in the eyes of all posterity 
That wear this world out to the ending doom. 
So, till the judgment that yourself arise, 
You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.

stillabrit:

Shakespeare Sonnet no.55

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outhve this powerful rime;
But you shall shine more bright in these con-
tents
Than unswept stone, besmear’d with sluttish
time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall
burn
The living record of your memory.
‘Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find
room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.