My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde two better hemispheares Without sharpe North, without declining West? What ever dyes, was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die. recent // archive // profile // tags // friends
I'm officially done with my hiatus now that Hell Week has passed. There's only four and a half weeks of class left so things might be rough, but I'm officially back regardless. and I come bearing wee gifties. Here are some icons made from the art for my newest TwiMix which I'm eagerly/impatiently waiting to finish uploading.