Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare read by Tom Hiddleston

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare. 

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justnerdgirlproblems:

I know someone suggested this a long time ago, but I just watched it and I cried for a long time :’(

this is cruel.

justnerdgirlproblems:

suggested by chosenlily

justelamusique-laliberte:

’ Kurt Calleja from Malta met Can Bonomo from Turkey ‘

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John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on. 

prustens:

20 quotes to live by: Doctor Who Edition - #3

Courage isn’t just a matter of not being frightened, you know. It’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway.

Third Doctor, Planet of the Daleks

 “‘Because,’ she said, ‘when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.’”

Coraline, Neil Gaiman

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