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Currently Reading: A Clash of Kings
2012 Reading Challenge
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.Here you go, thefaepirate.
before listening to it i read it like catherine tate in the lauren cooper skit with david tennant
i kinda like hers better.
(via face-down-asgard-up)
just reblogging today is a swooning day
you know you like it
YES KAWLJER I WAS LOOKING FOR THIS AGAIN WHEN I SAW THE TOM HIDDLESTON READING IT and couldn’t find it. and now i can...