RELATIONSHIP MOODBOARD: ANTONIN x EVADNE Â
My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.    Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,    And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;    My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,    At random from the truth vainly expressed.        - The Dark Lady Sonnets, CXLVII
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