Oh happy thoughts indeed!

babyheroin: hikikomoriii: samtemberism: inkedshipsandredlips: blondasaurus: unicorntampon: baby...

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:48:02 +0100

hikikomoriii:

samtemberism:

inkedshipsandredlips:

blondasaurus:

unicorntampon:

babyheroin:

Being a girl is difficult because sometimes I can’t tell if I am turned on or if I just have to pee.

Amen

FINALLY someone says it

OMG

I CANT

TANNER SAID I WAS THE ONLY ONE. LIES. I AM NOT ALONE.

Wow, the reactions are like I did something really fucking revolutionary.

lustyloveylady: blufemmedic: glamaphonic: moniquill: No...

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:45:59 +0100

lustyloveylady:

blufemmedic:

glamaphonic:

moniquill:

No guys, I need to stop and talk about something in this movie and how fucking revolutionary it was; something that I haven’t seen in a movie before or since.

This is a movie about a kid who leaves her birth family.

Not a kid who find that they have a secret lineage or something that allows them to find their ‘true family’ - this is a movie about a kid whose true birth family is made up of bad people. So she gets out. And that is played as the right thing to do. She isn’t punished for it or made to feel bad about ‘abandoning her family’. There isn’t an underlying ‘but they’re your family and you have to love them’ or ‘they’re your family and they love you even if they don’t show it well or do hurtful things’ message of the kind that I see OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER in media. Matilda gets out and lives happily ever after because of it.

We need a million more movies like this to counter the metric shit ton of movies that directly counter this message.

#sometimes the family you start with isn’t a good one #but you can find your own #family is not absolute #blood is not absolute

I like how when she wants to be adopted, her mom says to her “I never understood you”. And the whole quote, but that line in particular, makes me cry every time because at the end she finally understands. It’s not that she meant to be a bad mother, it’s that she didn’t understand what was best for Matilda even though she tried in her own way. And when She asks for the pen, she’s doing what she thinks is best and She’s not gonna let cops or her husband or anyone get in the way of that.

This made me think of a friend with a really shitty dad

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Mon, 13 May 2013 00:41:58 +0100

laurahadathingforogorman: elegantpaws: GOD HE LOOKS SO...

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:34:01 +0100

laurahadathingforogorman:

elegantpaws:

GOD HE LOOKS SO POLITE

“oh is this for me? really? are you sure?”

“well okay if you insist. i hope i’m not taking too big of bites i know some people think that’s not gentlemanly”

“oh this is really delicious, thank you so much i mean it”

“mmm let me just savor the taste for a bit, mmmm oh yes thanks again for that”

“yes that is very tasty. oh no you don’t have to give me anymore you’ve done so much already i couldn’t possibly accept so much kindness and generosity, you are an angel”

#ANIMAL VERSION OF TOM HIDDLESTON

ierogardless: [x]

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 17:33:14 +0000

ierogardless:

[x]

"Herring was the potato of the Middle Ages"

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 14:03:31 +0000

“Herring was the potato of the Middle Ages”

- James Campbell, ‘Was it infancy in England?’, England and her Nieghbours, 1066-1453 (via outofcontexthistory)

"Herring was the potato of the Middle Ages"

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 14:01:27 +0000

“Herring was the potato of the Middle Ages”

- James Campbell, ‘Was it infancy in England?’, England and her Nieghbours, 1066-1453

Cat Videos But Better - you didn't believe it was possible, did you?

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 17:02:09 +0100

Cat Videos But Better - you didn't believe it was possible, did you?

"they entered, as it were, the unknown gate of Jordan"

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 17:00:41 +0100

“they entered, as it were, the unknown gate of Jordan”

- Gildas, The Ruin of Britain (via outofcontexthistory)

outofcontexthistory: ‘Hermaphroditos Asleep’, The Louvre,...

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 17:00:35 +0100

outofcontexthistory:

‘Hermaphroditos Asleep’, The Louvre, Paris

nickclegglookingsad: Nick Clegg was visited by an angel who...

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 20:23:05 +0100

nickclegglookingsad:

Nick Clegg was visited by an angel who showed him what things would be like if he’d never been born, and nothing was worse, and the streets were filled with eternal summer sunshine and the peals of children’s laughter, and Nick Clegg offered to kill himself but the angel said that wasn’t going to help, because the damage has already been done if you think about it, hasn’t it Nick? Hasn’t it? Nick?

I have not posted on Tumblr in some time, but Oswin, you are...

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 23:24:57 +0100

I have not posted on Tumblr in some time, but Oswin, you are worth it! Number one on my list of Dr Who characters who should have been permanent cast members! (Knocking Elton off the top spot…)

Oh happy day...

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 11:38:58 +0000

My offer from Cambridge came in the post about two weeks ago. History at Jesus College. I’m so excited! But at the same time so scared - what if I fail miserably at my exams? What if I just miss out by a gnat’s whisker? Oh, I don’t know, what if I get there and I hate it?

I’ve got to say, the interview was the scariest experience of my life. I was physically sick that morning. But in the end, obviously it went better than I thought!

So if anyone has any questions about the interview process, I’d be happy to answer.

The Walrus and the Carpenter

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 11:19:56 +0000

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done—
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun!”

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead—
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away,”
They said, “it would be grand!”

“If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“That they could get it clear?”
“I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

“O Oysters, come and walk with us!”
The Walrus did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.”

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head—
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat—
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more—
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings.”

“But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,
“Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

“A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said,
“Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed—
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.”

“But not on us!” the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
“After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!”
“The night is fine,” the Walrus said.
“Do you admire the view?

“It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf—
I’ve had to ask you twice!”

“It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
“To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“The butter’s spread too thick!”

“I weep for you,” the Walrus said:
“I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter,
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none—
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.

twloha: In 2006, actor Stephen Fry received a letter from a...

Thu, 12 Jan 2012 23:16:55 +0000

twloha:

In 2006, actor Stephen Fry received a letter from a girl struggling with depression. This was his response.

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Fri, 28 Oct 2011 15:14:05 +0100

Another glorious day at rainy snetterton x

Sun, 09 Oct 2011 07:57:35 +0100

Another glorious day at rainy snetterton x

Hehehehe ;)

Tue, 04 Oct 2011 19:46:02 +0100

Hehehehe ;)