♫ April 10, 2014 ♫
mediumaevum:


This ruin used to be a church, dedicated to St Mary the Virgin and the Holy Rood, dating back to the 13th Century. However it was destroyed by a V1 bomb in World War II in 1944, and since then has come under management of English Heritage and a few other organisations.

Visit this page for more photos. You’d think that places as beautiful as this don’t exist in real life.  

mediumaevum:

This ruin used to be a church, dedicated to St Mary the Virgin and the Holy Rood, dating back to the 13th Century. However it was destroyed by a V1 bomb in World War II in 1944, and since then has come under management of English Heritage and a few other organisations.

Visit this page for more photos. You’d think that places as beautiful as this don’t exist in real life.  

♫ April 9, 2014 ♫

jaegermasters:

andymasfar:

krystalynterski:

peachdoxie:

garnetflare57:

Some Nigel Thornberry gifs I’ve collected over a while.

Every so often one of these comes across my dash and I just start laughing hysterically because this meme is simultaneously one of the most pointless yet entertaining things ever.

oh my god

Thank you

militaryhistoryphotos:

Pvt. Dick L. Powell, of the US 25th Division, and his friend ‘Fuzzy’ share a meal near the front line. March 12, 1951.

militaryhistoryphotos:

Pvt. Dick L. Powell, of the US 25th Division, and his friend ‘Fuzzy’ share a meal near the front line. March 12, 1951.

lackofa:

Giraffe-taur drops a quarter: the crappy comic.

bluhamuhr:

look at this baby on his specially made baby horse

bluhamuhr:

look at this baby on his specially made baby horse

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Peter O’Toole and others on the set of Lawrence of Arabia. (1962)

♫ April 8, 2014 ♫
hashpaw:

yourscientistfriend:

dark-of-the-void:

Next Time You’ll Know Better
Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?
No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?
Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?
Well, have you?
Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:
Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?

This took me a second

FUCK ITS BACK

hashpaw:

yourscientistfriend:

dark-of-the-void:

Next Time You’ll Know Better

Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?

No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?

Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?

Well, have you?

Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:

Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?

This took me a second

FUCK ITS BACK

ppsh-41:

British soldier wearing a mosquito net in Gallipoli.

ppsh-41:

British soldier wearing a mosquito net in Gallipoli.

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