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Did you miss the German NT celebration in Berlin? (like I did)

  • Go to www.ardmediathek.de
  • Then “Sendung verpasst?
  • Choose the date 15.07.14 and the time 00:00 - 12:00 Uhr
  • Finally in WM Live you can watch the videos from the celebration

ENJOY!

"In the past 18 months, Bayern have won six trophies out of a possible seven in Germany, Europe and worldwide. Rather than discuss how Bayern became so successful, the other clubs are acting jealous and trying to make us look like the bad guys. I simply cannot understand this jealousy toward Bayern."


Matthias Sammer (via fuckyeahfcbayernmunchen)

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Dear Mr. Cumberbatch,

I think you’re great.

No, that’s wrong. Too safe, too mundane. You never hold back in your roles, and I shouldn’t hold back when writing to you.

I love you.

I love your style. I love your name, of course. I love that you’re not above expressing an undiluted opinion about certain pieces of dreck like, say, Downton Abbey. I love that beneath the calm British exterior, you’ve got some crazy energy happening. How many actors have that wild, manic undercurrent anymore? Jack Nicholson’s not in his 30s anymore, so maybe none?

And look, I know you can play interesting “normal” characters. You were fantastic as the plantation owner Tom Ford in 12 Years a Slave, and you nailed your supporting role as Peter in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. You’ve proved you can do just about anything.

That being said, you’ve got that thing we talked about; that rampant, unharnessed quality that makes you so unforgettable in Sherlock. You even tapped into it as the philosophical dragon Smaug in the latest Hobbit movie. And anyone who hasn’t watched clips of you portraying Vincent Van Gogh in the TV movie Painted With Words should hasten to do so now.

We’re living in an increasingly stifled world, and our performers (not to mention our dramas and comedies) reflect that. What you have is a valuable commodity, and for my money it simply can’t be wasted playing anything but the most restless, ardent, irrepressible characters the world has to offer. You’re the essence of the word ‘personality.’

"


Paste magazine, “An Open Letter to Benedict Cumberbatch” (via thecutteralicia)

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Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

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(via youaretheocean)

(Source: -sorry)

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Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

"


(via youaretheocean)

(Source: -sorry)

Missing Someone Is The Weirdest Feeling Ever

I just we had more time together.

Hey Ho

I know it’s been a while since I posted my last post. These past few months has been hectic and busy and so undefineable. And now, I FINALLY HAVE TIME TO TUMBLR-ING *SQUEAAAAAALLLLLSSSS*.

Okay. You guys must be wondering wat is er gebeurd for these past few months. Let me tell ya. Now, I’m a senior in my school *happy dance? Yes? Nein? Whatever. Sorry*. Well, if I have one word to describe senior year… Well, it would be “UNEXPECTED”. Why? Because I thought senior year would be the busiest time in school. But, no. I had like 3 free periods or something like that. Very busy, aye?. It also means that I have received my A-Level result. I’d rather not talk about that. It’s traumatic. I’m trying to focus on national exam now.

Another topic. Me and Ben. Well, we became closer than ever. We talked and skyped a lot. Like, every night. But, I, honestly, still have no clue where this thing between us will go. Ben had this idea to make it official but, I declined it because we still have a huge space between us that needs to be fixed. I know, I know. Sounds cruel but I don’t want to be in the same hell-hole for the second time. Sue me for protecting my heart. But, I’m not gonna lie that I like him, a lot. That blue eyes just captivated me this whole time.

And of course, my summer vacation. WICKED COOL. IT’S DEUTSCHLAND, MY FRIENDS!DEUTSCHLAND! And I’m went solo this time *fists pumped*. Yeah, my dearest father finally allowed me to go to Germany, ALONE. I was, and still am, super duper mega giga happy about it. One of my lifetime wishes was finally happening. I, surely, had the time of my life. Never been that happy before. Best summer of my life for I believe, still many more to come.

Aaaaaannnddd…. That’s a wrap. I think I already summarise those important moments (according to me) and tumblr it down. Danke schoen for your time to read my craft. Tot ziens!

I’m sorry but

fakeflaws:

The average high school student has the same levels of anxiety as people put in mental hospitals in the 1950s.

Over 25% of my year group has self harmed recently.

Some of my best friends at school cry themselves to sleep because of the pressure of school.

I’ve talked to people considering suicide and having mental breakdowns because of all the work they have to do and the high expectations.

So don’t you dare tell me that there is nothing wrong with our education system.