you knew you should.

someone please, give me a dollar for every sneeze.
i'd be fucking rich.

and i havent studied for hmt yet :P

oh please, sneezy particles, keep away from me til 12.35pm tomorrow, ok?
i dont wanna sneeze in the exam hall T_T

Your other parts, part of the purest fire
That e’er Heav’n did inspire,
Makes every thought that is refin’d by it
A quintessence of goodness and of wit.

Thus have your raptures reach’d to that degree
In love’s philosophy,
That you can figure to yourself a fire
Void of all heat, a love without desire.

Nor in divinity do you go less;
You think, and you profess,
That souls may have a plenitude of joy,
Although their bodies meet not to employ.

But I must needs confess, I do not find
The motions of my mind
So purified as yet, but at the best
My body claims in them an interest.

I hold that perfect joy makes all our parts
As joyful as our hearts.
Our senses tell us, if we please not them,
Our love is but a dotage or a dream.

How shall we then agree? you may descend,
But will not, to my end.
I fain would tune my fancy to your key,
But cannot reach to that obstructed way.

There rests but this, that whilst we sorrow here,
Our bodies may draw near;
And, when no more their joys they can extend,
Then let our souls begin where they did end.