
Welcome to Shattered Repose!
This is the writing journal for rivensky. The fandoms included in this journal are, so far, CSI and CSI: Miami, Harry Potter, and NASCAR. Please enjoy and comment. All friend requests will be accepted, but may be revoked if abused. Please note that writing herein ranges in rating from PG to NC-17. Reader's discretion is advised. I do not take requests for writing. Thank you for visiting!
They that have pow'r to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flow'r with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. -Sonnet 94, William Shakespeare
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