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Ms. Vida Boheme
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Mind blown…
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Tom Hiddleston reads She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich 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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“Does your mother know you have kidney stones?” — Dad
“Does your sister know you have kidney stones?” —Mom
“Oh man I heard those hurt more than having a baby! …Are you going to keep it?” — Marco
“Just go into the ER and cry they’ll dope you up for sure.” —Heather
“Your hip looks great, actually better than the average hip” —The doctor showing me the x-ray
“Jane, your friends love you and we are here for you.” —Jordan
Tom Hiddleston reads Keats’ Bright Star (from The Times) [Uploaded for archival purposes]
Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —
No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest;
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever — or else swoon to death.
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