maybe I shouldn’t automatically decide I hate people if/when I see them wearing a Manchester United jersey or if I see it listed under their favorite teams on Facebook I mean they’re just Manc scum it’s not really their fault right I mean they could be nice people right right right they can’t help if they’ve been brainwashed and it’s not like they’re actual fans because I mean it’s Manc so obviously they just don’t know what they’re doing yeah

(Source: voodoobelle)

piccolodragonzord:

Last night, I had a dream that the zombie apocalypse was in full swing. Arnica and I were running around this giant building that sort of resembled our old high school. Petra and some other girl were with us as well but we had to split up when this hoard of zombies attacked. We had to be super quiet because the zombies were attracted by noise. We continued walking through the halls and found this zombie rehabilitation center. If the disease was pinpointed at an early stage, the humanity of the individual could be saved and the person would be well again. Some people were hooked up to machines, running on treadmills, and attached to a simulator that allowed them to virtually chase people. Others were restricted to hospital beds and were obviously in the later stages of the zombie disease. They had yellowish skin, dark black circles under their eyes, green and red sores, and their limbs were twisted in very unnatural and painful looking ways. We were walking through the rooms and decided that it was not safe since the people were staring at us and trying to move from their beds. Plus, it was gross. We turned back to go the other way. Some guy on a treadmill took a turn for the worst, ripped his machine off of him, and charged us. Then all the others did the same. We ran for the doors and were trying to hold them shut. Apparently, I was switching between myself and Andrew Garfield. I was slowly morphing into Spiderman. This gave us the advantage and I sealed the doors. I was confused as hell because my powers were randomly showing up. Also, I was Andrew Garfied for Christ’s sake. At one point, Arnica and I were in this dark, underground super market. We fought this zombie attacking this little boy. For some reason, thousands of sharp broomsticks made up the walls. There was a giant zombie guy that was coming for me. I was cornered. Arnica was throwing limes at his head because she is useless. I then grabbed a broomstick and shoved it in his eye. It hit his brain and killed him. As this happened, a bunch of zombies were walking over to us because they heard the noise. We continued to fight them using broomsticks. I told Arnica to get food for us. She grabbed some stuff and we went back up the stairs. That is when she showed me that she grabbed three cans of cream of mushroom soup. I was pissed because we did not have a can opener and who the hell thinks that cream of mushroom soup would be good to have during the zombie apocalypse. We also could not go back to the underground supermarket because way too many zombies had taken it over. Anyways. We ended up running into Petra who had a bunch of cutlery to be used as weapons and food (that wasn’t soup). All of us then found a helicopter and flew away. So there you have it, folks. Spiderman, a defective Asian named Arnica, Petra aka the only smart one, and some random girl continue to live another day in Zombieland.

So basically we’re set.

crasher35:

Munich Houses by sneuweger [photowalkingmunich.de] on Flickr.

areyouprocrastinatingtoo:

Les Miserables 2012 trailer 

bridetoamazement:

 The Charlotte Corday by Paul Jacques Aimé Baudry, painted in 1860, during the Second Empire, when Marat’s “dark legend” (the angry monster insatiably hungry for blood) was widely spread among educated people, depicts Charlotte Corday as a true heroine of France, a model of virtue for the younger generations.