THE WHOLE UNAUTHORIZED AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SAMANTHA BROWN
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.
singer. writer. movie buff. bookworm. ringer. whovian. trekkie. nugget. baker street irregular. westerosi. suitor. jewnicorn. mutant. avenger. ami. fannibal.
make me choose
- anon asked➙ Steve’s butt or Tony’s butt?
Good Morning. you make coffee?
Soooooo cute, thanks.
|Song: Sonnet 130|
|Artist: Alan Rickman|
|Played: 206 times.|
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.
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.
Tom Hiddleston performing the St. Crispin’s Day speech from Henry V
Posted on the 398th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death, April 23, 1616.