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Alan Rickman

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"

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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. 

Alan Rickman can lull me to sleep every night if he wants to.
I will never forget the day he picked up my stationary from the floor.

Reblogging because I want to listen but I can’t right now.

(Source: tiny-sized, via lickystickypickywe)