Palely Loitering
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formally known as: greenroomjunkie, threeforksofthetrident. Has also been known to answer to crediniaeth or vertrauen on other social platforms.

twenty-eight. completed theatre major. completed film minor. deejay. major fangirl. yank who desperately wants to be a brit. youngest of four. soul member of group b. born on monday the twelfth. proud to be left handed.
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finishing-the-hat:

THE WHOLE UNAUTHORIZED AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SAMANTHA BROWN 

3 hours ago on April 24th, 2014 |264 notes
ramin karimloo: [making a broadway.com vlog about the long awaited revival of one of the most famous musicals ever to exist]
ramin karimloo: i just watered my plant
11 hours ago on April 23rd, 2014 |568 notes

make me choose

  • anon asked➙ Steve’s butt or Tony’s butt?
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yourlionsassy:

emelinelovesjc:

senchagunsandco:

Good Morning. you make coffee?

Awwww…

                    Soooooo cute, thanks.

yourlionsassy:

emelinelovesjc:

senchagunsandco:

Good Morning. you make coffee?

Awwww…

                    Soooooo cute, thanks.

13 hours ago on April 23rd, 2014 |86 notes
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Song: Sonnet 130
Artist: Alan Rickman
Played: 206 times.

thelibrarina:

Alan Rickman reading Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130.

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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fiones:

fiones:

I’m so serious, I want to make this happen. Make my dream a reality, Marvel.

This appears to have gotten a sudden surge in popularity. Yes good.

fiones:

fiones:

I’m so serious, I want to make this happen. Make my dream a reality, Marvel.

This appears to have gotten a sudden surge in popularity. Yes good.

14 hours ago on April 23rd, 2014 |198 notes
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thelibrarina:

Tom Hiddleston performing the St. Crispin’s Day speech from Henry V

Posted on the 398th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death, April 23, 1616.

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