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They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.

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185 цм

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Никад нисам био/била у браку

Не

Нисам сигуран/сигурна

Коса

Остало

Смеђa

Пас

Не

Виша школа

У пензији сам

Уметност/Музика/Књижевност

FREAK

$100.000USD до $150.000USD

Сам(а)

Понекад ми дођу пријатељи

Не

Да - у друштву

Кул

Посматрач, Нисам друштвен(а), Дружељубив/дружељубива, Тамна/Црна, Чудан/чудна

Уметност и занат, Музика, Филмове, Глуварење по клубовима, Фотографија

Дружење с пријатељима, Журке, Волим да останем код куће, Блеја, Спавање, Клубови/барови, Пиће, Читање, Посета музеју

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

Дружељубив/дружељубива, Чудан/чудна

Агностик

Никада

Садистички

Вести

Не волим филмове

Рок, Метал, Електро, Класична, Звукови усисивача, Блуз, Џез, Индустријска, Денс, Сол, Госпел, Панк

Филозофске, Поезија

Интелигенција, Изглед, Смисао за хумор, Вештине, Чудноватост, Спонтаност, Домишљатост, Брижљивост

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Састанак, Интима, Посвећеност