ϟ sherlock season 3 livestreams?

Anyone out there streaming first ep of Sherlock season 3 ?

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ϟ quotes.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.

So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.

Explore. Dream. Discover.

— Mark Twain
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ϟ that moment when you just realized that you’ve covered your floor in books and the light is out and stacks of precariously placed reading materiel are between you and the door and you really have to pee

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isthistakenalready:

briandanielwolf:

Tumblr, are you there? It’s me, Brian. 
I don’t normally ask for much from you, but if you could help me just this once it’d mean the world to me. 
As part of a larger research trip this spring, I was staying in Portland for a few days. An old friend of mine invited me to visit her in the northern part, over an hour away by bus from the dorm I was crashing at. Sketchbook in hand, I take the opportunity to catch up on my travel journals; I’m three days behind, and I figure it’ll keep me company on the long ride up.
But there was this girl.
I don’t know exactly how long she was on the shuttle, but there she was, sitting in the row across from mine, working in her own sketchbook. In between my scribbles, all the way up north, I catch little glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye. A red jacket; short, blonde hair; boots of some sort. She seems nice; beautiful, too. I’m stuck in my own little world, though, and I figure I’ll just talk to her after I’m finished with my journal.  
But then she stands up. Already she’s reached her stop, but before she leaves, the girl tears out a page from her sketchbook, the page that I am holding right now, and hands it to me. I read it, and I cannot form a single thought. No words can come out. The girl looks me in the eye, gives me the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen and without ever saying a single word… 
disappears. 
It took me five blocks past my stop to comprehend what had just happened. This is something that happens in movies and shoujo manga, right? That didn’t actually happen… no way it actually happened. That was just two days ago and I am left to accept that yes, it did happen. Unfortunately, my trip is over; I am now on the other side of the country, and have no idea when I’ll ever be able to return to Portland.
So… Tumblr. I know this is a long shot. I don’t know if a reblog will reach her; I’m not sure she even has an account. But I have to find this girl again. I don’t want anything from her. I just want to be able to finally tell her,“Thank you. You’re beautiful, too.”

Girl on the bus didn’t even write down digits or an email or a website? GATDAMN GURL C’MON U DROPPED THE BALL
also Brian you are now BASU OTOKO

BASU OTOKO KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Omg this is so fucking cute

WOW, this spread fast. Unbelievable… you guys really are amazing. Not only did the post break 500 notes in an hour, but it actually worked.That’s right, thanks to you all the Mystery Bus Girl was found! And she even wrote a blog of her own about that night. Crazy, right?
People are just magical.

i canT BREATHE 

This happened to me once… Well I caught the eye of a boy on the bus and we kinda just smiled at each other but it was lovely. So glad to hear this one got a happy ending :)

THIS JUST MADE MY DAY OHMYGOD 
I HAVE FAITH IN HUMANITY AGAIN THIS IS THE CUTEST

One of the best tumblr stories.

littleperson1832:

benedictatorship:

therangerofthenorth:

briandanielwolf:

florabotanicca:

char350:

isthistakenalready:

briandanielwolf:

Tumblr, are you there? It’s me, Brian. 

I don’t normally ask for much from you, but if you could help me just this once it’d mean the world to me. 

As part of a larger research trip this spring, I was staying in Portland for a few days. An old friend of mine invited me to visit her in the northern part, over an hour away by bus from the dorm I was crashing at. Sketchbook in hand, I take the opportunity to catch up on my travel journals; I’m three days behind, and I figure it’ll keep me company on the long ride up.

But there was this girl.

I don’t know exactly how long she was on the shuttle, but there she was, sitting in the row across from mine, working in her own sketchbook. In between my scribbles, all the way up north, I catch little glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye. A red jacket; short, blonde hair; boots of some sort. She seems nice; beautiful, too. I’m stuck in my own little world, though, and I figure I’ll just talk to her after I’m finished with my journal.  

But then she stands up. Already she’s reached her stop, but before she leaves, the girl tears out a page from her sketchbook, the page that I am holding right now, and hands it to me. I read it, and I cannot form a single thought. No words can come out. The girl looks me in the eye, gives me the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen and without ever saying a single word…

disappears.

It took me five blocks past my stop to comprehend what had just happened. This is something that happens in movies and shoujo manga, right? That didn’t actually happen… no way it actually happened. That was just two days ago and I am left to accept that yes, it did happen. Unfortunately, my trip is over; I am now on the other side of the country, and have no idea when I’ll ever be able to return to Portland.

So… Tumblr. I know this is a long shot. I don’t know if a reblog will reach her; I’m not sure she even has an account. But I have to find this girl again. I don’t want anything from her. I just want to be able to finally tell her,

“Thank you. You’re beautiful, too.”

Girl on the bus didn’t even write down digits or an email or a website? GATDAMN GURL C’MON U DROPPED THE BALL

also Brian you are now BASU OTOKO

BASU OTOKO KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Omg this is so fucking cute

WOW, this spread fast. Unbelievable… you guys really are amazing. Not only did the post break 500 notes in an hour, but it actually worked.

That’s right, thanks to you all the Mystery Bus Girl was found! And she even wrote a blog of her own about that night. Crazy, right?

People are just magical.

i canT BREATHE 

This happened to me once… Well I caught the eye of a boy on the bus and we kinda just smiled at each other but it was lovely. So glad to hear this one got a happy ending :)

THIS JUST MADE MY DAY OHMYGOD 

I HAVE FAITH IN HUMANITY AGAIN THIS IS THE CUTEST

One of the best tumblr stories.

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BOOKWORM
by Kelli Murray

teachingliteracy:

BOOKWORM

by Kelli Murray

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completely
© Natt Różańska

nattrozanska:

completely

© Natt Różańska

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everythinghasafirst:

Hehehe, Toothless :3

everythinghasafirst:

Hehehe, Toothless :3