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OMG love the bottom two. from Jaguar Magazine Issue 5
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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.
^^^ This
Ah, Hiddleston, you and I would get on like a house on fire. In a rightly-ordered universe, we would be bros. That is all. (I do love the sonnets, and that was a nice reading. But I read it better than that.)
ok that’s it
i’ll be in my bunk for the rest of the evening
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