Tom Hiddleston Performs Henry V Monologue on Hoppus on Music
i’m not even a huge Shakespeare fan, but this is bloody beautiful. I am totally gonna go and see him in the film.
I Like For You To Be Still by Pablo Neruda read by Glenn Close
She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron, recited by Matt Bomer
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;…
FROM MY FAVOURITE LITERATURE
— Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
- see link for others http://bearingmypoordiction.tumblr.com/frommyfavouriteliterature
… my heart was a hysterical unreliable organ …
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet. Age: five thousand three hundred days. Profession: none, or "starlet" Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze? Why are you hiding, darling? (I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling). Where are you riding, Dolores Haze? What make is the magic carpet? Is a Cream Cougar the present craze? And where are you parked, my car pet? Who is your hero, Dolores Haze? Still one of those blue-capped star-men? Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays, And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen! Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts! Are you still dancin', darlin'? (Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts, And I, in my corner, snarlin'). Happy, happy is gnarled McFate Touring the States with a child wife, Plowing his Molly in every State Among the protected wild life. My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair, And never closed when I kissed her. Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert? Are you from Paris, mister? L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita; Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie! Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita! Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie? Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse, I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying. Officer, officer, there they go-- In the rain, where that lighted store is! And her socks are white, and I love her so, And her name is Haze, Dolores. Officer, officer, there they are-- Dolores Haze and her lover! Whip out your gun and follow that car. Now tumble out and take cover. Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Her dream-gray gaze never flinches. Ninety pounds is all she weighs With a height of sixty inches. My car is limping, Dolores Haze, And the last long lap is the hardest, And I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust.An excerpt from the Lolita audiobook read by Jeremy Irons. I highly suggest getting the audio book. That’s what I’m
Nicolas Cage Covers LMFAO’s ‘Sexy And I Know It
the sad part is that this is real
wait what
(Source: vandesin)
Andrew Scott reads: There where the waves shatter by Pablo Neruda
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks the clear light bursts and enacts its rose, and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds, to one drop of blue salt, falling. O bright magnolia bursting in the foam, magnetic transient whose death blooms and vanishes - being, nothingness - forever: broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea. You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.
help i’ve fallen into andrew scott’s brilliant voice and i can’t get out
I will always reblog this picture.
Why does he do that with his hand… on his face….?
why does anyone do anything
Because they’re bored. (Also, Andrew, you’re beautiful.)
I’m craying because of this beauty overload in the post (because also let’s not forget Tom Burke in the background. I love him too. I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS PICTURE)
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