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    themoronicearthling:

    Tom Hiddleston reads She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron

    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;
    Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
       How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
    And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
       So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
    The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
       But tell of days in goodness spent,
    A mind at peace with all below,
       A heart whose love is innocent!

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  5. Come on boys! Wales for the win!

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  6. ‎Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
    – Steve Jobs (2005)

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  7. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

    “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”
    He took his vorpal sword in hand:
      Long time the manxome foe he sought —
    So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
      And stood awhile in thought.
    And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!
    One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.
    “And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
      He chortled in his joy.

    –

    JABBERWOCKY

    Lewis Carroll

    (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

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  8. Oh sweet lord… Yays!!!!

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  9. Pottermore

    wohooo I’ve received my early access to pottermore!!!!

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    tiny-sized:

    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. 

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