for your edification

there is nothing, and I definitely mean NOTHING, that is so knee-meltingly, spine-shakingly, pants-wettingly blow-your-hair-back sexy as Rob Morrow reciting lines from Shakespeare.

Henry V.

THE ST. CRISPIN'S DAY SPEECH.


*is ded*



(reason no. 83275427654 why __dtrain is kind of the bestest girlfriend ever)