Only northerners would be capable of such an egregious crime.

Britain's pubs are the real-life fairy tale that you really can be a part of.

📸 Taken in the Coopers Arms, #Rochester, #Kent, #England.
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Believing in party politics is like misspelling the word stupid.

Haircut supremacy. ✂️

Imagine if men cried like dogs? Would be so weird

A house without animals is by no means a home.

If Britain and her beautiful pubs do, in fact, have an equal, then I am yet to come across it.

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When discussing the hardships of the past (such as the industrial revolution) or the ugliness of modernity, people will use dismissive, non-arguments to suggest that things were once worse in one way or another. Even if they were correct (which is rare) it's like saying "well, at least this punch in the face wasn't as bad as that punch in the face" instead of admitting that we should have simply made the effort to fix what we had as opposed to using neglect, persecution, suffering and the false notion of "wealth" as an excuse to create a miserable world of hypermodernisation. Wealth entirely depends on the prosperity and happiness of the people within any said nation. Without it, so-called "riches" and tacky trinkets mean nothing. This is why I often say that "progress" has been cunningly turned into what I now consider, a dirty word.

Paris apartment of dancer Rudolf Nureyev, 1985

One of the many pieces of evidence that prove that today's scheme are deliberate and that Europeans are the only ones without privilege is that white people are the only ones in existence without a law to protect us from discrimination within the only places we call home.

Teaching those damn Frenchies how to cook.

Something that's been troubling me over the last few days is the publics lack of empathy for living beings. A few days ago, I was cycling when a woman stopped me to inform me her sick grandmothers dog had escaped. So, I spend a great deal of time cycling for miles to look for it. What really got me is of all the people I stopped to ask. Not one of them joined in the search. They simply wished me good luck or showed no interest. Eventually, I find people who'd seen the dog (injured), and I catch up with the owner in the vets as the poor dog had been hit by a van. I have done this many times and DO NOT consider myself special for it. The point I'm making is that society seems to have completely lost its sentimentality and the willingness to go out of its way to maintain the decency that formed the Western world. The dogs life, what it means to its owners, and its overall lack of importance to others seemed very symbolic to me at the time.