So I found this box outside my bedroom.

everywordinexistence:

everywordinexistence:

everywordinexistence:

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I wonder what could be in it?

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Should I open it?image

I opened it

imageIt’s just full of packing peanuts

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Bow down to your queen

kasumy-chan:

myhumbleopinionation:

everywordinexistence:

myhumbleopinionation:

Is there a url for every word in existence?

apparently so

u lil shit

holy shit

(Source: iodineoxygenuranium, via blumenktze)

So I found this box outside my bedroom.

everywordinexistence:

everywordinexistence:

everywordinexistence:

image

I wonder what could be in it?

image

Should I open it?image

I opened it

imageIt’s just full of packing peanuts

image

Bow down to your queen

sexbloodbooze:

She’s a cherry bomb!!! ASDASDAD

sexbloodbooze:

She’s a cherry bomb!!! ASDASDAD

everywordinexistence:

myhumbleopinionation:

Is there a url for every word in existence?

apparently so

(Source: iodineoxygenuranium)

everywordinexistence:

so i’m going on holiday later this year and i want to read some books while i’m away so i though who better to ask about suggestions for books to read than my english teacher right?

so i asked her for suggestions of any good books and she turned to look at me, looked me dead in the eye and said…

# no but seriously i am so fucking pissed off # it’s literally like don’t bother trying to better your knowledge # it won’t be on the exam so don’t learn it # no wonder everyone hates school # any want to learn is crushed by the sylabus # and any attempt to improve your knowledge is shot down

(Source: bright-sunnyyy, via mothz)

goodgraciousbo:

I just thought to myself, ‘ooo this is gonna be sad’,

and it was. I’m a genius.

Sad

(via folieafuckoff)

I once dated a writer and

dostthou:

Writers are forgetful,

but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.

Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.

Oh, my heart is melting.

(via our-corpses-dont-sing)

moonblossom:

The sign of three.

So (nearly) everyone on my dash is in love with Mary. It’s hard not to be. She’s adorable, clever, charming, genuine. She enables John and Sherlock’s shenanigans, and we’re all going to cry snotty tears if(when) something terrible happens to her.

However, one thing I haven’t seen much of yet is people praising Amanda’s performance. I haven’t seen anything negative, she’s doing a lovely job, but there’s not been many posts really studying it yet on my dash.

We analyse Benedict and Martin a lot, but we haven’t really seen enough of Mary to get a good feel for how Amanda portrays her. Until now.

Look at the range of emotions here in such a short (but important) scene. Shock. Panic. Forced/false happiness. Anxiety. Sadness. Real happiness. More Sadness. All in a few tilts of the head, a few casts of the eyes. She is saying so much here, and all of it is making me very, very nervous about next Sunday.

(Source: holmesless, via you-cut-me-loose)