That’s it.

That’s the show.


The world will be a better place when you do.

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That’s it.

That’s the show.

You don’t know how lucky you are to have all grown up with diners. Like, diners are- they’re not the same in England, and they don’t have, like, that eight-page menu of just anything you can imagine. +/+

breakfast in Britain is a sad sort of affair unless you are really committed to a Full English all the time and most of the time the FEs you get are half-hearted slop :(

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I can’t remember where I heard this, but someone once said that defending a position by citing free speech is sort of the ultimate concession; you’re saying that the most compelling thing you can say for your position is that it’s not literally illegal to express. - Randall Munroe, XKCD

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Brian Blessed has something to say. From Russell Howard’s Good News.


Brian Blessed is basically Aslan incarnate.

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Royal Air Force Vickers Wellington Bomber

The Wellington was a British twin-engined long-range bomber designed and introduced in the late 1930’s, before the Second World War. Its namesake comes from the famed and esteemed Sir Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington.

The Wellington, though superseded by the far more modern and efficient four-engined Lancaster bomber near the end of the war, was a primary bomber which saw a great deal of use from 1939 right up until 1945, primarily serving night missions. It stayed in RAF service until 1953.

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i used to be scared that i would never make a man fall in love w me because i’m too outspoken/aggressive/interested in radical feminist politics/independent, but then i realized that the kind of man who would rather I keep quiet and nod my head is not the kind of man i would ever let touch me or look at me or associate with me 

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