My history professor told me there are 300 shades of African skin, I believe him.
FINALLY!
A fucking pic that doesn’t fetishize albinos!!!! I never thought I’d live to see the day tbh.
holy shit that is an amazing visual
Omg what I thought those people were painted
Holy cow is that their real skin human diversity is amazing
Wow what an awesome photo.
IC 1396: The Elephant’s Trunk Nebula
An ionized gas region located in the constellation Cepheus about 2,400 light years away from Earth; it is commonly called the Elephant’s Trunk nebula because of its appearance at visible light wavelengths, where there is a dark patch with a bright, sinuous rim. [image via]
+wip
Can you lick your own elbow? This guy can.
Lightning’s smile
(Source: luxrays)
marioninstitutionformentalhealth:
Wow.
Pardon my French - fuckin’ hell, that was moving.
Oh…oh my. Even if I could word this properly, there are no words to describe the truth of a video that speaks for itself except to say, “If you don’t watch it, you miss out.”
Always reblog.
{Time to reblog this again?
Cool with me.}
((Oh hey Charlie Chaplin. What’s that? You have a speech in your first talking picture? Well isn’t that sweet, I’m sure it’s very ni-whoa…))
legit crying right now yeah
I agree whole-heartedly.
I just really really like this video, I find it all kinds of inspirational
I’ve probably said this like 8 million times in the past but everyone needs to watch “The Great Dictator” at least once. While the majority of the movie is very funny and lighthearted, the end speech (this speech) is probably hands-down one of the greatest in cinematic history.
I’m.. really happy they chose to present this speech as the way to move people and make them think very hard. Very hard of reality. It’s old, yes, but it still is true even today. Charlie Chaplin’s speech will go do in history forever, I swear to you. I did this man as my project in World History and I have some obnoxious and small minded people in there. They all were quiet and watched this video with intent as I showed it. As it finished, they said it was one of the best videos they’d seen. Same as the words of my History Teacher. Overall, the message is here. If you look over this, you’re missing out. Watch it now.
so, I’m basically crying…
Everything in this is true. Too true….
This is absolutely amazing. I wish I could dowload this.
(Source: staybrutalalex)
I’m not telling you any spoilers or opinions, but I want to write down my personal favourite line of all 2nd Sherlock season. It is:
Do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?
I do wonder. Lots of times. Moffat, Gatiss, you have no idea of HOW EXACTLY you’ve portrayed my family relationships here. So - couldn’t keep myself from trying to paint my favourite brothers…
P.S.:
Mycroft in this very portrait is a shadow, a gothic cathedral, a foggy city, a strict system, capable of crumpling down, while Sherlock is a mixture of amorphous shapes, neither exactly dark, nor exactly white… I guess you can see my point here.
Sorting Hat Ceremony
(Source: crestas)
and no emotion that’s worth having could call my heart its home
I like to imagine this is Sherlock confronting Moriarty at Reichenbach, if John had died in the explosion by the pool.
Why do I do this to myself ughh
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forever in love with this
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
Jun Kumaori
Great artist she is…
Dearest darlingest future me,
‘Ello! How are you? Err, how is me? How will me be? Wait, don’t answer that: spoilers. Anywayyy, right now I’m a bit bored in the TARDIS. Must be Sunday. So, I thought I’d try out the ‘ol advanced poetry degree (remember, the one we earned during our artsy-fartsy phase? What with the cat pin and the outrageous jacket? Oh gosh, don’t tell me that future me is wearing that again. Or worse, a flamboyant hat.) Welllll, on to the poetry:Rose isn’t dead.
The TARDIS is blue.
Bananas are sweet.
Raxacoricofallapatorius..
Oh Captain! My Captain Jack! Our fearful TARDIS trip is done.
Your eyes have explored every female’s rack, the man meat you sought was won.
Two timelines diverged in an open vortex, and I-
I took the one more traveled by,
so that I didn’t accidentally destroy all of Time, Space and reality itself.
To be, or not to be - Wellllllll, that is a really pretentious question, as
‘ol Willy thought himself.
Whether ‘tis Donna Nobler in the mind to suffer a two-way meta-crisis…
Do I like green eggs and ham?
I do not like them, Tenth Doctor I am.
Do you like green eggs?
I don’t know. Maybe my Eleventh self likes spam or jam or clams or grahams or rack of lamb. Or even taking a physical exam while eating canned yams with someone named Jam and scoring a grand slam. Dammmmn.
I do not know about him yet, Tenth Doctor I am.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Nahh, in most atmospheres, I prefer spring, thank you. Not too cold, not too hot, and all you need is a light jacket.
This poetry thing isn’t working out so brilliantly, is it? I suppose I’ll try another day. Stay clever, self!
Does it need saying?,
*Insert endless squiggly crop circles that I can’t quite write out with this measly Earth-made feather pen here*
Is most likely the most amazing DW piece of fanfiction I’ve ever read.
