According to Edgar Wright, the flavour of the cornettos featured in the unofficial ‘Three Flavours Cornetto’ trilogy represents the motif of that film. The red or strawberry flavour in Shaun of the Dead represents blood and zombies, while the blue/original flavour of Hot Fuzz represents the police force. The green/peppermint of The World’s End represents science fiction and extraterrestrial elements.

"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be."
Stephen Chbosky (via disappolnted)
kitsunelenali:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

askstarliner:

This is real film of a real ghost

JESUS FUCK. GET THE GHOSTBUSTERS.

I almost had a heart attack.

kitsunelenali:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

askstarliner:

This is real film of a real ghost

JESUS FUCK. GET THE GHOSTBUSTERS.

I almost had a heart attack.

superqueerartsyblog:

Comic about slurs, published in the Galago magazine last summer. 

kidhedera:

secondlina:

"Nope", the anime.

Based on that hilarious text post.

My god. This anime should be made, and then forever more students of postmodernism should study it and it will be glorious! GLORIOUS!

fuckingconversations:

karenfelloutofbedagain:

theonewholovesbooks:

introverted-reader:

This is so beautiful :’)

Wow

I fucking love people who find street-side self-employment to do what they love. When I was in high school, there was a kid in my AP Bio class, really smart and intelligent and loved biology, but he was just so disillusioned with the academic situation in America that he didn’t even want to go to college. Our bio teacher asked him how he was going to find a career in biology without a degree, and he said he’d buy an electrophoresis kit and set it up in a city square and just let people watch the DNA fragments travel through the gel, and set out a hat or whatever to take donations. A biology street-performer. We all laughed, but last summer I was in Boulder, and there was this man on Pearl Street, along with the magicians and harpists and such, and he had a high-powered telescope. You could look through it and see the planets and stars in broad daylight, and he’d point them all out to you and give you a little lesson. He had a hat out and a cardboard sign asking for three dollars to look through the telescope, and he had a line of people. There’s something incredibly inspiring to me about the people who want to do something so badly that they’ll do it on the street if they have to. 

I saw a guy giving free compliments, and taking donations on the street. He would wax poetic about the beauty of the people walking by - their hair, their clothing, “the light shines off the blue of your eyes, while the skies of venice weep in shame, to wish they could match a shade so clear and bright.” Dude had class.
No matter what gender or age passed by, he had something kind to say to them. 

fuckingconversations:

karenfelloutofbedagain:

theonewholovesbooks:

introverted-reader:

This is so beautiful :’)

Wow

I fucking love people who find street-side self-employment to do what they love. When I was in high school, there was a kid in my AP Bio class, really smart and intelligent and loved biology, but he was just so disillusioned with the academic situation in America that he didn’t even want to go to college. Our bio teacher asked him how he was going to find a career in biology without a degree, and he said he’d buy an electrophoresis kit and set it up in a city square and just let people watch the DNA fragments travel through the gel, and set out a hat or whatever to take donations. A biology street-performer. We all laughed, but last summer I was in Boulder, and there was this man on Pearl Street, along with the magicians and harpists and such, and he had a high-powered telescope. You could look through it and see the planets and stars in broad daylight, and he’d point them all out to you and give you a little lesson. He had a hat out and a cardboard sign asking for three dollars to look through the telescope, and he had a line of people. There’s something incredibly inspiring to me about the people who want to do something so badly that they’ll do it on the street if they have to. 

I saw a guy giving free compliments, and taking donations on the street. He would wax poetic about the beauty of the people walking by - their hair, their clothing, “the light shines off the blue of your eyes, while the skies of venice weep in shame, to wish they could match a shade so clear and bright.” Dude had class.

No matter what gender or age passed by, he had something kind to say to them.