bitter ball | delirium of jewels
“His war is peace, his peace is war;
Each grief of his is but delight;
His bitter ball is sugared bliss.”
I feel like anyone who’s read even a little Shakespeare could tell you that he’d sooner jump off a cliff than write something like this unironically
“His war is peace, his peace is war;
Each grief of his is but delight;
His bitter ball is sugared bliss.”
I feel like anyone who’s read even a little Shakespeare could tell you that he’d sooner jump off a cliff than write something like this unironically