Don't Panic!

I’m just going to leave this here.

I feel like every morning that I wake up lately, some new shit has happened. I’m not going to sit and try and break down what’s going on in the world. I’ll leave that to other people who can do it far better than me.

But please. Listen to this wonderful english acoustic-folk-rock man. He does words pretty good.

Be More Kind.

You don’t have to change the world. Or stop all the evil. Tell that girl in the street you like her shoes. Take time to thank the worker in the supermarket who helped you today. Make your parents a cup of tea. Tip your waiter an extra fiver when you go out to dinner. Buy your best friend a present just to celebrate it being a wednesday. Tell your mutuals you love them. Feed your pets extra treats. Feed yourself extra treats, you deserve it too. Try to be more kind.

Latin graffiti in Pompeii (CIL IV.8792)

life fast die young, Romans

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#HAPPY ANNIVERSARY OF THE TIME THAT ROMAN GUY MADE BREAD

(via audible-smiles)

4/19 bake it

You just don’t know who the Babo is. You don’t know what a Babo is, either. You are no Chabo. Chabos know who the Babo is.

Even Carglass can’t fix your broken dreams and aspirations. They’ve repeatedly told you. You are dead inside.

In the middle of the night you hear them call. “Rooooobert”, they call. In time, their screams will fade.

You finally found one. After years of searching and travelling you found one of the seventh surprise eggs. You have no idea what will await you.

You desperately wish that no one knows what you’ve done. But in vain. How where what – Obi knows. It always does.

You want to get out of here. This is madness. The air conditioner passed away hours ago. “Thank you for travelling with Deutsche Bahn”, they laugh maniacally.

Haribo doesn’t make children happy. You’ve tried everything. You’re stuck in a black world of misery and artificial flavors.

The clock strikes. Everyone around you freezes. They simultaneously pull out a Knoppers. It’s half past nine in Germany.