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"Cole once hosted a party in which the attendees discovered that they all had the word "bottom" in their surname."
This man is my hero.
He’s like a Monty Python character.

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"Cole once hosted a party in which the attendees discovered that they all had the word "bottom" in their surname."

This man is my hero.

He’s like a Monty Python character.

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"I remember her most now, walking like an eager boy through the temples in Ceylon, walking in the wind near Notley. I always see her hurrying through life. I miss the fact that she is not somewhere in London or Greece or New York, among her friends talking volumes, with those bright eyes always in laughter."- Peter Finch

gatabella:

"I remember her most now, walking like an eager boy through the temples in Ceylon, walking in the wind near Notley. I always see her hurrying through life. I miss the fact that she is not somewhere in London or Greece or New York, among her friends talking volumes, with those bright eyes always in laughter."

- Peter Finch

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Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.

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Damn right you’re iron, and do you know where iron comes from? Do you know how iron gets here? Let me tell you.

It does start with a star, but it’s not some dismal castoff from an eternal beauty, it’s so much more. Everything that makes our world came from stars, but nothing had as much effect on that star as iron.

See the sun burning in the sky? The light you see and the heat you feel are created when the sun fuses elements, the building blocks of our world, into new and heavier elements. The sun lives because more energy comes from that process than is needed to support it.

UNTIL IRON COMES ALONG.

Fusing iron — burning it to make a star shine — is nigh on impossible. Iron is strong and iron is heavy. Iron is so strong and so heavy that to make new elements from iron takes more energy than it produces. The star can’t keep up, it starts to die.

The iron that flows through your veins KILLED A STAR.

Those other metals that we so value, like gold, owe their existence to iron. As the star died it collapsed, crushing itself and making gold and platinum and other precious and powerful things. Then it exploded and scattered those metals throughout space.

Chief among them was iron. The iron whose formation was the death knell of the star. The iron whose intensity made other metals possible. The iron that was the last thing the living star could make.

Stars lived to make iron.

Stars died to make you.

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1964 Chrysler 300 Convertible Interior
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1964 Chrysler 300 Convertible Interior

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The Sputnikburger, 1957
In November of 1957, an Atlanta restaurant tried to cash in on America’s fascination with the Russian satellite, Sputnik. Their "Sputnikburger" was garnished with Russian Dressing and Caviar… a large “Satellite Olive" was peirced with three toothpicks for "antennae." from: The Century, a Chronicle of the Twentieth Century

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The Sputnikburger, 1957

In November of 1957, an Atlanta restaurant tried to cash in on America’s fascination with the Russian satellite, Sputnik. Their "Sputnikburger" was garnished with Russian Dressing and Caviar… a large “Satellite Olive" was peirced with three toothpicks for "antennae." from: The Century, a Chronicle of the Twentieth Century

July 30th, 1969: I knew there was something wrong yesterday. I could feel it in my primitive Welsh bones. E had gone into surgery for her piles, and the first word I had was from her doctor, who made it blatantly clear that my baby child had nearly kicked it. Some doctor-idiot had allowed the ‘shot’ to leak into her blood stream and the fools were standing by with heart shots etc. in case she started to die, which they feared she was actually doing.

I’m still nightmared. What could life possibly be without her? Where would I go? What would I do? Everybody else pales by comparison. It’s no use picking up a mini-skirted chick of 18 — she wouldn’t last a week, if that.

I’d die, I suppose, a greatly accelerated death. Anyway, she’s all right. Bastards.

Richard Burton’s diary

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Scarlett O’Hara “Blue Velvet” portrait — Margaret Mitchell Museum, Atlanta, GA.

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Scarlett O’Hara “Blue Velvet” portrait — Margaret Mitchell Museum, Atlanta, GA.

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Wonder Woman by Otto Schmidt

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Wonder Woman by Otto Schmidt

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Handy (Official Music Video)

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endmerit:

Remember that time Daleks and Cybermen had sass-off?

THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVE SCENE FROM DOCTOR WHO EVER I AM NOT EVEN JOKING I AM SO GLAD SOMEONE MADE A POST OF IT I THINK ABOUT THIS MORE OFTEN THAN IS NORMAL UGH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

No one sasses better than the Daleks and Cybermen. No one.

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