Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
—- Macbeth, Act II.1
Not mine, but hilarious nonetheless.
Ok, the ask and submit boxes are currently open for submission, so feel free to continue submitting your confessions! :)
Ok, there haven’t been any confessions posted for the last 10 days. And it’s not because no one submitted anything, it’s because I’ve been really really really busy and didn’t have photo-editing time. :(
New submissions are currently being put in the queue though! And again, I’m really sorry, I just haven’t had much time for anything other than school lately.