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Elegant…
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Absoultely
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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.
Since I’m at work, I closed my eyes & turned up the volume. It was like he was standing over my right shoulder the entire time.
Dear god, Alan Rickman, stop being so magnificent.
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this is a cafe ;)
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gourgeous…
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fantastic…
when i have a home, i can’t know how i style it ;)
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This is AWESOME. My friend James told me virtually the same thing a few years ago when he came to visit before venturing off to start his new life.
Taste. It’s what separates the good from the bad, and is so utterly important in any creative endeavors.Also, related: Ira Glass is awesome.
This is explicitly true and something I needed to remind myself of right now with the shadow of film graduate school looming on the horizon.
If you look back & are not at least somewhat displeased with your work, then you’re not moving forward and expanding your taste.