Dear BBC
Dear BBC,
You have oficially killed me three times this Christimas, you should stop because I have run out of tears for this year.
Yours sincerely,
Dear BBC,
You have oficially killed me three times this Christimas, you should stop because I have run out of tears for this year.
Yours sincerely,
The biggest lie in the history of lies
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder’d at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
(Fonte: tstarked)
(Fonte: allons-ywinchesters)
The BBC should just make this their new motto.
I like this.
What other reasons do you need?