Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears, and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries, Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears a smile of such delight, As brilliant and as bright As when with ravished, aching, nassal eyes, Lost in a soft amaze I gaze, I gaze
The Libertines. Made my way to the front of the stage. It was so busy. So crowded. Sweaty. Carl was right there in front of me. Jesus, he looked like an angel. He was so ridiculously pretty like actual cherub-come-a-20-something-boy. It was raw, insane and so alive.