a random assortment from the broken biscuit selection of life.


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May 26, 2013
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Short version of events this week: was in horrific car crash when an old man (with no helmet) decided to turn right as I was overtaking, without warning- no indication, nothing; he hit my car, I ended up sideways in the ditch- then was surrounded by the villagers, waving machetes, threatening me- had to be protected by one brave woman who helped me escape. All completely terrifying, and the subsequent treatment by the police as if I were a criminal didn’t make it better, nor has the £700 I’ve had to pay so that the very same village who threatened me can have a feast. Still, I am focusing on the fact that no-one was killed, and that I was overwhelmed by displays of support and care from the teachers and colleagues I have come to call friends, and the very great kindness that the woman in the village who protected me showed towards a stranger. It reminds me in the power of human kindness and basic human decency that can be found in every corner of this world, no matter what race, religion, colour or ethnicity you are- it is the common thread that binds us, and is what we have to remember to hold onto in times when external forces would like us to be divided in hatred and misunderstanding rather than united in love and compassion.


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May 8, 2013
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When a drunk guy gets too close to my friend

londongrumblr:

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Apr 29, 2013
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just booked my ticket to see Colin Morgan in The Tempest. CANNOT WAIT. 

Yeah… I might be flying from Borneo… 


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Apr 26, 2013
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this is just. Wow. Not sure the adjective has been created? 

this is just. Wow. Not sure the adjective has been created? 

(Source: colinorgasmic, via colinized)


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Apr 20, 2013
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humansofnewyork:

Found this young man leaning against a tree in Boston Commons, writing in a notebook: “It’s sort of hip hop, sort of poetry,” he said.
I asked him if I could photograph a page.


I pray for peace, I search for love,I hope you hear me out cuz no one ever does;we gotta stick together all we got is us;we can’t stop the negative unless wespread the peace and love;
Step outside of self, step into the world; noticehow everything we do affects the future boys and girls;hate crimes happen every damn day;got my momz scared my sister can’t go out to play,because her fear is that some psycho feels like snatching kids todayall these damn police but people still ain’t feeling safe;
Why does it take a tragedy to bring peopletogether; we know its bound to happen,we should try to stay that way forever;now this is not to say I’m better;but at a young age I learned that birds fly together;it’s a survival tactic and I suggest we use itlet’s come together, as we spread the peaceand love music


In the upper right corner, are the names of the first two victims of the bombing. “I wrote them first for inspiration,” he said.
 

humansofnewyork:

Found this young man leaning against a tree in Boston Commons, writing in a notebook: “It’s sort of hip hop, sort of poetry,” he said.

I asked him if I could photograph a page.

I pray for peace, I search for love,
I hope you hear me out cuz no one ever does;
we gotta stick together all we got is us;
we can’t stop the negative unless we
spread the peace and love;

Step outside of self, step into the world; notice
how everything we do affects the future boys and girls;
hate crimes happen every damn day;
got my momz scared 
my sister can’t go out to play,
because her fear is that some psycho 
feels like snatching kids today
all these damn police but people still ain’t feeling safe;

Why does it take a tragedy to bring people
together; we know its bound to happen,
we should try to stay that way forever;
now this is not to say I’m better;
but at a young age I learned that birds fly together;
it’s a survival tactic and I suggest we use it
let’s come together, as we spread the peace
and love music

In the upper right corner, are the names of the first two victims of the bombing. “I wrote them first for inspiration,” he said.

 

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Feb 22, 2013
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Jan 30, 2013
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You’re not Merlin…

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Jan 24, 2013
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empyreansun:

Downton Abbey wins an NTA. British actors show their support.

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Merlin:

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Jan 23, 2013
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“The man he loves is dying, so he’s holding him.”
- Julian Murphy,  Merlin commentary 5x13 

“The man he loves is dying, so he’s holding him.”

- Julian Murphy,  Merlin commentary 5x13 


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Jan 20, 2013
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so pretty… 

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Jan 20, 2013
@ 12:52 am
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ooh I do love some swishy cape action :) 

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Jan 18, 2013
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but… whose arse is it? !

but… whose arse is it? !

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Jan 17, 2013
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Jan 15, 2013
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merlin-willcome-withme:

joppapendragon:

Ooo I quite like this!

its all in the wrist

#he’s had a lot of practice until merlin finally succumbed (thx Moxy)


wrist porn. Me gusta.

brolinskeep:

merlin-willcome-withme:

joppapendragon:

Ooo I quite like this!

its all in the wrist

wrist porn. Me gusta.

(Source: mateay, via colinorgasmic)