first of all, who allowed me on the internet
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.
first of all, who allowed me on the internet
Wolverine is invited to da Avengerz Slumber party
#widow’s just like #he has a fricking point rogers #we can see everything #and thor’s like #maybe if i stand really still #they won’t realise that my pants #are skintight leather