I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
—Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)
Tom Hiddleston reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Maybe the only reason why life is worth living is because someone else had made your life their life’s purpose.
“Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.”
So maybe life is only worth living if it’s not for you, but for others.
Ah, title sequences. Wonderful things.