Rest in Peace Nelson Mandela
You will always be admired for the bravery and strength you radiated with every step.
Anonymous asked: If you're a poet, where's the poetry?
I have a large archive of it, but sadly new poems are hiding somewhere in my brain at the moment. I think they got shy.
Present Day, Stratford-on-Avon, England
It is a common dream amongst humans to become the innovator who develops a million-dollar idea, sealing their place in history. Victor was about to realise this dream. The past four years of his life had been riddled with his peers and family ridiculing him and branding his efforts “a waste of time”. Beginning in a year 9 Physics class, Victor’s desire to develop a nuclear fusion reactor had enveloped his entire life from that instance onwards. Certainly this was an uncommon dream, but Victor’s lust was for the fame and the money, rather than merely scientific advancement. It became evident to him that he had to act on this dream instantly, as billions of dollars of funding were being poured into lavish and excessive research to rival him; the last thing any innovator desires is for a Leibniz to spontaneously appear and rival their Newton.
Almost 4 years had passed with little success, and Victor’s fusion reactor still required more energy to initiate it than he would ever receive. 4 years, 2 months from the day he began, Victor’s frustration boiled over. In a final act of desperation he cranked up the voltage to 500,000 volts, 10 times greater than could be used with any degree of safety.
The quaint market town was instantly plunged into utter darkness, as the entire area’s electricity supply was concentrated into one singularity, in Victor’s garage. In horror at the effects of his ill-advised actions, Victor frantically attempted to kill the power supply. The reactor unleashed an incredibly, enormous quantity or energy, with Victor still perilously clutching the power lever. 5 hours later the power returned. Victor’s parents, fearing the worst, walked to the garage to find a complete absence of life, yet even more curiously the complete absence of a body.
The cessation of the spinning felt like a distant aspiration now. Victor’s body had suffered brief spaghettification, a phenomenon that he had narrowly survived. The blurred images before his eyes were like watching 500 years of history in reverse. The dull thud as he struck the Earth was akin to that of the corpse of a suicide jumper.
The putrid stench of molten human flesh was what finally awoke him. Eventually regaining the use of his lower body, Victor rose to his feet, still afraid to open his eyes; fearing that he may become face to face with hell. When he finally gained the courage to open his eyes, hell was not far from the truth. A burning wasteland greeted his awakening, singed corpses and desolation surrounded him; a sign read “Welcome To The Globe Theatre”. Victor stared in amazement at this and the date the sign displayed: “25 June 1602”. Victor stumbled back in terror, tripping over a body behind him. He rolled over the corpse to see the face he had seen in portraits since he was a young child: the face of William Shakespeare.
when the teacher’s passing out a test the whole class knows they’re gonna fail
Every Physics test, my entire class (all 5 of us) can relate to this :P
I don’t get sexually or romantically frustrated I get adventurously frustrated like I’m 17 years old why haven’t I been granted magic powers, slain a dragon, and defeated an oppressive emperor and started a rebellion yetFINALLY SOMEONE PUT IT INTO WORDS
I get all three please help
oh hey would you look at that
reblog if you ARE gay, if you SUPPORT gays, or if you like to OPEN people’s WINDOWS in the middle of the NIGHT and put DOZENS of GEESE in their BEDROOMS. Let’s show the world that there’s a 1 in 3 chance that we’re kind of a dangerous person to be around.