Iron Man by Stephen Platt
Worlds of Madness by Carl Critchlow
WE ARE (NOT) SOLDIERS
Reblog for the day crew~!
Large concrete ear installed on the Rydalmere overpass today.
For the record, you all have permission to take selfies at my funeral whenever I die. And play taboo. And tell ratchet stories. And dance (if you’re gonna twerk on my casket, tell the old people to leave first). And watch a few episodes of The Wire, Band of Brothers, or Luther. And have BNV style cyphers. And get tatted. And have a funny haiku slam. And tell inappropriate jokes. Vegas style rules though. What goes on at my funeral, stays at my funeral. No World Star Videos. I’m so serious.
— (via jawnsbejawnin)