avid:
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.
(Source: kamero-gomez)
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When someone doesn’t get my “Johnathan Jacob Jingly Smith” reference…
How I greet strangers…
When I don’t agree with you…
How I prep for the weekend…
…more weekend prep.
When I saw the Season 6 cliffhanger…
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a treadmill
with a laptop built in
and unless you were walking, the internet wouldn’t work
like you had to be walking on it, you can’t just trick it and stand on the sides
i would lose so much weight
and like if you wanted to download something you had to run
and the faster you ran, the faster it downloaded
