For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

these violent delights have violent ends
and in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.

-Romeo and Juliet (1996)



Romeo and Juliet + objects

Romeo and Juliet + objects


my only love sprung from my only hate.

my only love sprung from my only hate.

“Did my heart love ‘til now?”