Come, gentle night.

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

I have to admit that macro+7D+raw is not that bad.
u___u'.

Self by the way. After a long time.
I am a little artistically stuck these days.

Anyways.
I feel like the black mantle of night myself. I have my own Romeo to cut in stars, and this makes my heart bump out of my chest everytime I look at him. Shakespeare was kinda right in the end.



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