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Do the work, enjoy the work, take it seriously, don’t take yourself seriously and keep your head down! Nobody else needs to know anything more, and – in a way – they really don’t want to.
Tom Hiddleston
But keep trying and keep going!
Soulmates aren’t rare, they aren’t, you’ll meet a thousand soulmates, just as you’ll live a thousand lives.
North Stars though, they are. By chance you’ll meet someone who encompass the way home. Someone who is home. And knowing them is like being found with never knowing you were lost.
And you will love them. God, you will love them as they are because they are yours. They exist beneath your skin, in your veins, to your bones. They were written in some far off past life.
There is no force that is more than they are.
You are born half in love with them, and to have them, to be theirs, is like nothing else. Nothing would dare to be.
Sophie Hunter preparing to read a beautiful, heartbreaking letter from Chrissy Hart to J. K. Rowling and Benedict Cumberbatch watching Sophie Hunter reading said letter on stage. <3
Tom Hiddleston reads The Sands of Time by Clara Cowan at the Globe Theater.
“Kathryn, Kathryn?” repeated the call, interrupting my thoughts.
I can feel the warm rays of searing sun beating down on me. There is not one single fluffy cloud in the tranquil, cornflower sky. Below, the sea is a picture of perfect calm; little waves washing onto unspoiled, golden sands. The smell of sharp, salty sea stings my nostrils and everything seems wonderful with my lovely family here.
A delightful picnic is packed carefully in the boot of our trusty, red car. All the same, I can’t help feeling something’s not quite right. Everything seems sort of hazy.
Never mind, I’m not going to dwell on it, especially now Dad’s unpacking our glorious lunch. We’re allowed to tuck in, so I sprint over and begin eating before my two greedy elder brothers devour it all!
Yet still there’s that nagging feeling at the back of my mind, but I’m choosing to ignore it and go for a relaxing swim.
It’s so peaceful out here. I close my eyes and lie back comfortably on my lilo listening to the screech of gulls overhead. I can see my family enjoying themselves on the beach. I don’t know why I was so worried. Everything’s fine, just fine. My eyes grow heavy as I’m overcome with tiredness. My eyelids start to droop…
After what seems only a few minutes, I awake and stare in horror at the blurred horizon. A mist seems to have descended, swiftly enveloping me. I peer frantically for my beloved family; waving, screaming at the top of my voice but it’s futile.
They can’t hear me. They can’t see me. It’s too late. The mist has now engulfed them. Salty tears begin streaming down my face. Uncontrollably.
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“Kathryn, dear. It’s your granddaughter!” announced the care worker cheerily, gently shaking granny’s arm.
She just sits there. Indifferent. Her frail, wrinkled hands tremble, oblivious to the world around her. She looks at me blankly as though she doesn’t know me. Maybe she doesn’t anymore.
It’s hard to remember my dear granny without dementia. It’s only been a few years since it all began; yet it seems like forever.
Sometimes I ask mum what she was like before but it’s not the same as really knowing her. Despite this I love her just the same. She squeezes me tightly as though she’ll never let go, perhaps an indication as to how loving she once was.
Experts say it’s important to engage and stimulate people with dementia, by looking through photos or even just having conversations. Suddenly I remember the cardboard box of old photos I used to enjoy looking at when I was little.
With renewed interest, I rush to get them from under her bed and blow off the thick covering of dust. That’s when I see it – a picture of my granny in her youth, surrounded by her family, standing grinning happily up at the camera on a beautiful beach.
A flicker of recollection momentarily passes across her face…
by Clara
the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death | x
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Hiddleston Library Analysis
“Talk dirty to me, Tom…tell me about your books.”
If you GET that statement, then this post is for you.
“I collect books. I’ve so many books, my house is full of books; not specifically of anything, but probably more than anything else in my house, I have plays, loads and loads and loads and loads of plays and novels. My house is wall to wall books basically.” -Tom Hiddleston {x}
Contents:
Straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak, there are a lot of plays and novels. There is most likely a lot of poetry, whether mixed anthologies or particular collections from specific poets. It is evident from the photos that there are quite a few Penguin Classics and possibly other well-known lines such as Oxford World Classics and Signet Classics. Many of these could be from his university days and his area of study would also suggest that he has some Norton Critical Editions (*swoon*).
He almost certainly has added more classics due to his roles over the years, such as the work of Gaskell for William Buxton in “Return To Cranford.” Other possibilities include biographies, Norse mythology, WWI non-fiction, etc. There would also be scripts, probably full of his handwritten notes and so forth. Perhaps he keeps all pertinent research materials with each script.
freckletriangleofdoom pointed out that there are Library of America editions.
@elementarydata spotted some Loeb Classical Library volumes.
From an Anon, regarding the 9/16/15 photo:
“The leatherbound book by his ear is from Barnes & Noble’s Leatherbound Classics collection. It’s The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. There’s also a blue leatherbound book, third shelf up near his shoulder, from the same collection but it’s The Illiad and Odyssey.”
beaglebitch suggested that the row of books next to what is mentioned by the Anon is a complete set of the individual plays. This leads us to the issue of organization.
Organization:
Opinions vary on how the library is organized. While some have suggested that there is no organization whatsoever, the photos indicate otherwise. There is at least some method to the madness for certain authors, such as Shakespeare. The 9/16/15 photo only shows about half of the collection, as the shelves are on both sides of the fireplace. This physical separation creates some interesting possibilities for organization. I joked that the books are organized based on how they make him feel. I think it is probable that they are organized by genre and then perhaps by author. For example, non-fiction and poetry could be one side of the fireplace while fiction and biographies could be on the other.
Theatre souvenirs, such as programmes and playbills, could have their own shelf or be mixed in with copies of the particular play.
Book lovers know that it is somewhat impossible to keep everything perfectly organized, as additions may not fit into the proper place and several shelves would need to be re-arranged.
The 9/16/15 photo shows that some of the books are faced outward and there are also horizontal stacks on top of the spine-out books.
General Questions:
-Does he write in the margins?
-Does he dog-ear the pages or use bookmarks?
-Does he make a note in the book if it was a gift/does he ask the giver to sign it?
-Does he collect multiple copies of his favorites?
-Does he have a TBR shelf/pile?
-Does he keep favorites by his bed, such as on a nightable or on the floor?
-Does he have reading material in the loo?
-Does he have his childhood books on their own shelves?
“If I lived forever, who knows what I would do?” he continues. “I would certainly get better at the piano. I would try to learn how to paint. I think I would try to read all the books I haven’t read. When I was a child, the house was full of books — the walls were lined with bookshelves — and I remember looking up at them once and thinking, ‘I wonder if I’ll ever be able to read all those books?’ and my mother said, ‘It’s all right; you’ve got loads of time.‘” -Tom Hiddleston {x}
Lovely analysis. :)
The fact that sloths aren’t extinct somehow proves that if u go at ur own pace and mind ur own fuckin business u too can succeed
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There’s an enigmatic quality to his eyes. You aren’t sure you can trust him, but you are sure there is a pain there that he doesn’t show…which I think for most women, is irresistible.
Susanne Bier on Tom Hiddleston
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Yep, his eyes, for me, the most captivating features of Tom. Then there’s the rest 😻
(via hiddlebenj)
me: wakes up
me: ahh what a lovely day
me literally ten minutes later: i have no future and will never be able to pursue my dreams
INFJ Problems
I want to be noticed but I also want to be invisible. I want to be understood but I’m scared of sharing too much. I want to do something useful with my life but I have no motivation and procrastinate too much. I am a contradiction wrapped in a bow that gets your hopes up too high about what’s inside the box. You open it and are like “What the fuck is this? How do I take care of it. I don’t understand. Is this a joke?”