Inzwischen sind über 5k sweete Leute hier! Wir freuen uns darüber sehr - schön, daß ihr da seid❤️
Inzwischen sind über 5k sweete Leute hier! Wir freuen uns darüber sehr - schön, daß ihr da seid❤️
And hastow hearde voyces?
Ich have hearde them callinge my name.
Ys thys the sweete sounde
That calleth young sailors?
The voyce koude be oon and the same.
And hastow hearde voyces?
Ich have hearde them callinge my name.
Ys thys the sweete sounde
That calleth young sailors?
The voyce koude be oon and the same.
She summoneth me to that magique place
And yf Ich starid too longe, Ich surelye wolde falle and crye
Woah! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Sweete childe of myne!
La! Fa! La! La!
Sweete love of myne!
She summoneth me to that magique place
And yf Ich starid too longe, Ich surelye wolde falle and crye
Woah! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Sweete childe of myne!
La! Fa! La! La!
Sweete love of myne!
#plundercats
#plundercats
Who wanderid much aftir thei plundered the citadel of Troye.
Who wanderid much aftir thei plundered the citadel of Troye.
Ai breeng toonas frum Japan furr th yuo!
Ai breeng toonas frum Japan furr th yuo!
Itt #whiskerswednesday an ai jus wakxed ma whiskies wit Dr. Oggies Whiskey Wakx, so dey luukin prettee sweete! Haz a grate dai, everbuddee an be kinde!
Itt #whiskerswednesday an ai jus wakxed ma whiskies wit Dr. Oggies Whiskey Wakx, so dey luukin prettee sweete! Haz a grate dai, everbuddee an be kinde!
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Ynspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes...
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Ynspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes...
Come softly swimming downe along the lee;
…
Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.”
(Edmund Spenser)
🎨 Walter Crane “Prothalamion”
Come softly swimming downe along the lee;
…
Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.”
(Edmund Spenser)
🎨 Walter Crane “Prothalamion”