Sorry. Couldn’t help it.
Beautiful.
oh my god
And we have a winner.
So much win I may have to sit down
Oh wait I already am
(via fuckyeahfeminists)
Sorry. Couldn’t help it.
Beautiful.
oh my god
And we have a winner.
So much win I may have to sit down
Oh wait I already am
(via fuckyeahfeminists)
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!
3/10 Thank you Lord. Thank. You. Lord.
(Happy again).
THANK YOU for introducing me to this guy.
I used to be a thumbsucker. I sucked my thumb until I was ten years old, and had retainers and then braces for nearly three goddamn years because of it. My left thumb is considerably smaller than my right one. Coincidence? I think not.
Don’t suck your thumbs, kids. You’ll end up a washed-up old groupie like me.
EDIT: Saying that, my nails do look fabulous today.
MIKA - Rain
Man, I am insanely attracted to him. Why do I always find myself attracted to gay men?
I’ll have to concur; I think it’s the curly hair what does it.
Also I’m fairly certain he’s bi/pansexual rather than exclusively attracted to men
you didn’t deserve that.
I watched Jeremy Kyle USA yesterday. The dwindling admiration I had for humanity all but vanished until I got back upstairs and listened to The Cure.
(via twikki)
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(via twikki)
in booing evra they are saying they are comfortable with suárez’s comments. nowt more to it. “it’s a natural part of football” isn’t an excuse. booing someone in and of itself doesn’t denote racism, however this booing was not done in a vacuum.
Liverpool obviously won the volume contest. There were far more people singing: “There’s only one lying bastard,” than were rejoining with: “There’s only one racist bastard.”[1]
For those of you not really in the loop when it comes to football (and god knows I’m one of you) there was an incident this season involving the Uruguayan Liverpool forward Luis Suárez and French Manchester United left back Patrice Evra. Evra asserted to the referee at the time and French news network Canal+ that Suárez had racially harassed him multiple times, including use of a Spanish variation of the n-word, throughout a Man U v. Liverpool match on 15th October 2011 [2].
This recently culminated in Suárez’ eight match ban, as he was charged by the Football Association of racism and “abusive and/or insulting words and/or behaviour contrary to FA rules”, including ”a reference to the ethnic origin and/or colour and/or race of Patrice Evra”.[3]
Yesterday (28th Jan 2012) Suárez sat in the crowd for Liverpool’s FA Cup fourth-round match against Manchester United. Evra was playing, and was repeatedly booed and harassed from afar by the Liverpool crowd for - get this - getting ‘their’ player suspended for eight matches.
To those claiming that the fans weren’t racist because they didn’t boo each and every non-white player on the pitch:
The Liverpool fans who booed Evra are racist. Instead of calls for harsher punishment for Suárez, and absolute condemnation of his actions, they blamed the man guilty of nothing but being on the receiving end of racism.
In directing their hatred at an innocent man those Liverpool fans showed that they have no qualms supporting a racist when it suits them and their football club. If that doesn’t make them racist - and let’s remember that racism is not as clear-cut as “I hate all non-white people” - I don’t know what else does.
[re: gay marriage] “The Church has always stood out – Jesus actually was the odd man out. I’d rather stick with Jesus than be popular.”
I think the Archbishop of York is suffering from an acute case of special snowflake syndrome.
Here’s a picture of me with a dopey smile deciding on how to cut my hair. Today I went to the pub I’ve been walking past for the last thirteen or so years for the first time, and had a cheeky drink for my friend’s eighteenth.
I am kind of scared of turning eighteen in a couple of months. I have virtually no idea what I’m going to do to commemorate such a momentous occasion…unless a general election is called and then I’ll get really excited about the fact that I can vote. That would be pretty cool. D-Cam, that can be your present to me, please. I’m sure you can wangle it, you slippery bastard.
EDIT: I’ve just had another thought. One of my first boyfriends turns 20 today. That’s weird. I think I’ll always think of him as a teenager.