February 2012
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Its got something to do with the different coloured shirts. Sherlock falling was in white. Sherlock dead was in purple. And the usual stuff, like the cyclist, Molly… I don’t know how he did it, but third season’s explanation will be brilliant.
The more interesting question is if Moriarty is still alive because Sherlock didn’t check his pulse..?
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hey—mymojosodope:
We Built This City -...
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partytights:
Bad Girls - M.I.A.
Loved the...
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Zooey Deschanel is adorable in New Girl. I thought it wouldn’t be great but I find myself snorting to everything out of embarrassment. She’s the creeper, haha, not the guys she lives with.
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“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via bookmania)
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Our final project has been turned into a thesis which I can pull off better than a 3D project in 4 months. I’m planning to take up an internship or two, so this has been very welcoming news for me. Also I thought a certain someone left, but he’s back and he’s all happy and smiley and somehow that made me more happy and smiley and shit. Because he’s usually sad and serious...
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everyone: omg you're so talented how do you draw like that.
family: You're so creative and everything you draw is so inspiring.
me: holy crap this sucks so much why is it so terrible this is not what I envisioned at all its all wrong noooooo.
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“It does not count if you believe in yourself when it’s easy to believe in...”
– (via theflightout)
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That feeling you get when you see something that upsets you and your stomach drops and a lump forms in your throat and your eyes swell with tears and your body begins to shake and your heart is racing and your head is spinning and you feel the blood drain from your face and it feels as if you’re about to explode and then that first tear drops and you just break down as your body uncontrollably...
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“Let’s tell the truth to people. When people ask, ‘How are you?’ have the nerve...”
– Letter To My Daughter - Maya Angelou
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“Narrator: As he stared at her, he reached around his back and held his own hand,...”
– Pushing Daisies (via carouselinparis)
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January 2012
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In the shop window you have promptly identified the cover with the title you were looking for. Following this visual trail, you have forced your way through the shop past the thick barricade of Books You Haven’t Read, which were frowning at you from the tables and shelves, trying to cow you. But you know you must never allow yourself to be awed, that among them there extend for acres and acres...
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