dicaprioleonardo:

For you and I are past our dancing days.

(via dazzling-dicaprio)

dazzling-dicaprio:

My favorite line ever.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Death lies upon her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Request by red-wine-and-roses

Teach me how I should forget to think.

Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
And fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
The world is not thy friend nor the world’s law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

samsikle:

BE NOT SO LONG TO SPEAK, I LONG TO DIE.