Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out ‘Olivia!’ O, You should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me!
— Viola, Twelfth Night - Act 1, Scene 5
I just need this scene on my dash. One of my favorite pieces of Shakespeare dialogue. Someone needs to do another adaption of this play. This film is almost twenty years old. And before you say it, NO, I don’t count She’s the Man as a remake. Well, not really.
Via you're a fucking cunt
I smiled during this entire thing. I might be a little bit obsessed.
(Source: bellamortentia)
Via no light;
Honestly, I don’t care how ugly you think UGGs are, when you put them on during cold weather (& it gets really cold in NYC), you will fall in love. I hated them, gave them a chance, and do not regret it at all. Reconsider you fools! :)


