Glance over to the door to my balcony, i’m greeted by this.

Sooooo adorbz.

lolololololol. A Dick.

Cmoooonnn people. Tell me someone else finds this funny.

jennihardmanphoto:

Photoshoot for an up and coming singer songwriter who also just happens to be my boyfriend.

(Source: jennihardman)

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.

Got to have Alan Rickman’s voice on my blog.

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