various ramblings..

Charlotte, 20, Studying and Working in Cardiff

Some people say homosexuality is a sin. It’s not. God is perfectly cool with it, God feels the exact same way about homosexuality that God feels about heterosexuality. Now you might say, ‘Whoa, slow down. You move too fast. How could you have the audacity, the temerity, to speak on behalf of God?’ Exactly, that’s an excellent point and I pray that you remember it.

tinychatter:

u know when u really like someone and literally every little thing they do is cute and no matter what face they make they always look perfect to you

(via johnathanocallaghan)

sarahkeilman94:

i got paired with a super hot guy for a project in my criminal justice class and he just came up to me and said “oh my god you know what we are? we’re partners in crime! get it?” and then we both changed each others contact in our phone to “partner in crime” and now i kinda wanna marry him

(via johnathanocallaghan)

herbal-kids:


“Peaches has died. We are beyond pain. She was the wildest, funniest, cleverest, wittiest and the most bonkers of us all. Writing ‘was’ destroys me afresh. What a beautiful child. How is this possible that we will not see her again? How is that bearable? We loved her and will cherish her forever. How sad that sentence is.”
— The most tragically beautiful press statement by Bob Geldof  

herbal-kids:

Peaches has died. We are beyond pain. She was the wildest, funniest, cleverest, wittiest and the most bonkers of us all. Writing ‘was’ destroys me afresh. What a beautiful child. How is this possible that we will not see her again? How is that bearable? We loved her and will cherish her forever. How sad that sentence is.”
— The most tragically beautiful press statement by Bob Geldof  

(via love-child0)

raytings:

felt like I was in the bathroom of the ministry of magic today // tel aviv museum of art

raytings:

felt like I was in the bathroom of the ministry of magic today // tel aviv museum of art

(via love-child0)

During recent long train journeys to Cardiff I found myself sharing a carriage with my esteemed colleague, Mr Steven Moffat, Our conversation, which had roamed in a spasmodic, desultory fashion from British Rail sandwiches to the causes of the change in the obliquity of the ecliptic came round at last to the question of Sherlock Holmes. Oh, the joy of finding a fellow addict! We indulged in happy hours discussing the minutiae of the canon until we began to realise that we had independently come to the same conclusions. The immortality of Sherlock Holmes lies not in the trappings, nor even in the stories but in the characters themselves. We began to reminisce about the Rathbone films. Oh ‘The Pearl of Death’! And what about ‘The Scarlet Claw’! And ‘Spider Woman’! How glorious was ‘Spider Woman’! Suddenly I saw these films for what they are. Wonderful. And far preferable to careful but dry-as-dust recreations of the original stories.
~
Through a fug of tobacco we began to discuss the question: could Holmes be brought alive for a whole new generation? A young army doctor, wounded in Afghanistan finds himself alone and friendless in London. Short of cash, he bumps into an old medical acquaintance who tells him he knows of someone looking for a flat-mate. This bloke’s alright but a little odd. And so Dr John Watson- wounded in the taking of Khabul from the Taliban meets Sherlock Holmes, a geeky, nervous young man rather too fond of drugs who’s amassed a lot of out-of-the-way knowledge on his laptop… It’s only a thought. A beginning. But it’s got us both very excited. If my young self- who dreamed of silver-topped canes and monkey glands and vitriol throwing- could hear me now he would thrill with horror. But to prove Holmes immortal it’s essential he’s not preserved in Victorian aspic but allowed to live again!

—Mark Gatiss presenting the embryonic form of ‘Sherlock' to the Sherlock Holmes Society of London in 2006 [x] (via enigmaticpenguinofdeath)