7. RIP 

    Beloved Diana

  8.

    waitforthecreme:

    SONNET 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Audio by Alan Rickman) 


    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. 

  9. This is Chrestomanci… My favorite person ever. I imagine him just like this.. 

    This is Chrestomanci… My favorite person ever. I imagine him just like this..