(Source: leilockheart, via kattterfly)
Alan Rickman reads 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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i don’t wanna love another, you’ll always be my thunder
shot this by accident at Harbor Square, Manila with Rox.
I Keep on Looking
I keep on looking for my favorite guy
On Mondays, when my classes end early
And on Tuesdays, when they don’t
On Wednesdays, when the school week’s almost over
Oh and Thursdays, when it actually is.
I keep on looking for him and his perfect blue plaids
Because it shows the browns of his eyes
The blushing reds on my cheeks
The greens of every tree
And every color that means the world to me.
I keep on looking for him
Only to pretend I don’t see him
Every time I actually do.
That way, I’ll always keep on looking for him
Looking for reasons to stop looking
And going back to looking for reasons not to
that’s what happens
every time I look for you.
Challenge 4 ~ Random quote
↳ ron/hermione
“Love isn’t a decision. It’s a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.”
~ Trey Parker and Matt Stone
(Source: cutebedroom)
hello suri :) :)
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