neil-gaiman:

Reblogging my own post for those who want to hear the back tattoo poem read aloud.

heartsandpenguins:

neil-gaiman:

From the EVENING WITH NEIL AND AMANDA CD (From the Neil Disk). Because we posted the pictures of the tattoo. Here’s me reading it in, er, Seattle I think.

(The CDs and downloads went out to people who supported the Kickstarter. We’re hoping to release them to the general public towards the end of the year.)

I would like Neil Gaiman to design all of my tattoos. Not that I actually have any. But if I did. Perhaps someday.

Tom Hiddleston reads Bright Star by John Keats

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. 

(Source: cesaray)

speakcelebrity:

“As I Walked Out One Evening” by W.H. Auden

Read by Tom Hiddleston

An app by the name of iF Poems has come out recently, and while I am in no way affiliated with the project, I beg of you - purchase this app. It has marvelous recordings of poetry, and 10% of all sales of the app go to the Save the Children charity. The app can be found here. 

Tom Hiddleston reads When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

(Source: cesaray)

speakcelebrity:

“Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allen Poe

Read by Matthew Gray Gubler