Artist: Alan Rickman
Track: "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"
Plays: 267,139 plays



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. 

Oh Miliat, why did you do this to me?

I may have totally shipped Snape/Hermione. Now, I’m like wtf? But there was some pretty awesome fanfiction to be found. 

lol I’m glad it had an effect on you?

(Source: tiny-sized)