Euan.
17.
RANDOM shit...
LOTS OF IT...

Simply an ordinary boy living day to day, torn between a love for maltloaf and a delusional marriage to Ludwig Trepte (ONE HOT MESS, that's who he is!)

 

thebatwoman:

Polish prison tattoos. Cut with razor blades, glass shards and sharpened paperclips, then inked with burned rubber, charcoal. After the convicts’ deaths, flesh was “extracted” from the corpses and preserved in jars of formaldehyde and stored at the Jagiellonian University in Krakow.

Photographed by Polish artist Katarzyna Mirczak.

(Source: animalnewyork.com)

themuselim:

I’ve never seen so many people speak SENSE in one sitting. Good on the UK parliament for calling out Israel for its war crimes and apartheid

standwithpalestine:

Israeli settlers - who live illegally on Palestinian land and shouldn’t be there in the first place - regularly destroy and uproot olive trees belonging to Palestinians, often striking at night to go unnoticed.

Olive trees are a livelihood for many families, and a key component of the Palestinian economy. That’s how they are meant to survive. 

These attacks are by no means limited to agriculture. They also burn and vandalize churchesmosques, homescars and… cemeteries

I saved the worst for last. Israeli soldiers escort Israeli settlers to attack Palestinians then stand by and watch, if not join in too

According to the UN the annual rate of Israeli settler attacks against Palestinians has almost quadrupled in eight years.

GIFs from 5 Broken Cameras (2011)

I dreamt yesterday that I was going through a rapid ‘Rosemary’s Baby’-like state of weight-loss, to the point that everyone was constantly complaining over how malnourished-looking I appeared to be. Sooner or later, however, I then realised that this was due to myself being possessed, after also finding out that my pupils has disappeared.

Anyway, later on, I ended up breaking one of my classmate’s necks and subsequently killing them after I found out that they were living out of a man-sized bin (?!?!?, that sure must of pissed off my possessed self!)

My family then sought out ways of exorcism for me. They then finally found one, which involved strapping me to a cinema chair and forcing me to watch a two hour long Danish art film depicting a white Bauhaus-styled living room being covered in swarms of yellow pollen…

Later on, I decided to become a nun (which is fairly odd, regarding how I’m male) After a long excruciating  bus ride to the convent, however, with a foul-mouthed drunk Vincent Piazza, and trying to get round a shopping-trolley, which for some reason haD been brought onto the bus, and had got stuck on the bus aisle between the seats, I was quickly disappointed upon the revelation that the convent I was to reside was in an unused derelict train station in the midlands. 

MALNOURISHMENT, MAN-SIZED BINS, POLLEN, A DRUNK VINCENT PIAZZI, AND A SHOPPING TROLLEY ON A BUS…

OH MY!

LET’S NOT FORGET THE DEMONIC POSSESION AND EXORCISM TOO!