queenoffrizz:

comehomebrother:

Tom Hiddleston reading Shakespeare 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 AM CRYING

(via uniquelykay)

sesame4:

under-base:

totalefinsternis:

pauholmes:

Feelings… nothing more than feelings…

Sentiment.


i nearly died in that spot seeing this

I, I, I just can’t.. It’s too..too much….

sesame4:

under-base:

totalefinsternis:

pauholmes:

Feelings… nothing more than feelings…

Sentiment.

i nearly died in that spot seeing this

I, I, I just can’t.. It’s too..too much….

(via madisonyork)

mynamekyle:

Do you guys remember the time I was a senior in high school and had to create a commercial for my economics class and so I produced this and showed it to the class and nobody laughed except for me but I still got an A and my teacher kept the DVD to show to his classes every year? 

Because I do. 

(via ellensaurus)

sdkay:

masquerade

sdkay:

masquerade

(via blackkolors)

gingerhaze:

the most precious of all babies

gingerhaze:

the most precious of all babies