WoNdErLaNd Of EnDlEsS iMaGiNaTiOn: Puppies for... →
curioserchesirecurioser: A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read “Puppies For Sale.” Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner’s sign. “How much are you going to sell the puppies for?” he asked. The store owner replied,…
twelvebats: darvilles: bendydicks: When Episode One of Season Three of Sherlock airs, Tumblr: When Episode Two of Season Three of Sherlock airs, Tumblr: When Episode Three of Season Three of Sherlock airs, Tumblr: I think it’s more probable to go down like this- just before Sherlock season 3 airs sherlock season 3 airs sherlock airs sherlock AGREED
Are you okay? Don’t just say you are, because I know what that means - looking...– Molly Hooper, The Reichenbach Fall (via benedicts-cumberbatch)
ponweiwest: when people make a post then you refresh your dash and they deleted it and you just sit there thinking i saw that
sportyspice94: the importance of an eñe yo tengo 15 anos (i have 15 anuses) yo tengo 15 años (i am 15 years old)
tenorit: chitanda: how to draw dog it’s so accurate it hurts
221b-holmes: unreasonablyme: I had a dream that I was in a car with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman. It was really awkward and I didn’t know what to say so I asked, “How was the BAFTAS? Did you have fun?” and Benedict starts crying and Martin turns to me all angry and says “We don’t mention the BAFTAS.” We don’t mention the BAFTAs.
slutforjensen: h-rborwater: zhorez: nemamka: krazycatqueen: molto-bene-on-my-pene: cloudshaper: xblackcatspathx: holy shit my hands flew to my face and i screamed omfg fucking fuck this isn’t happening, it can’t be real this lovely thing is back! I AM SO HAPPY THIS IS ON MY DASH AGAIN omg
ishipanythingthatbreathes: Roses are red. Blood is red. The pavement is red. Look’s like Sherlock is dead.
A cat with no legs
cry8a8y: brilliant-smallfish: xmayb: AWWWW COME HERE STUMP BABY I WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU omgdsa;lgks I have never been so torn between thinking something is cute and wanting to cry about how cute and sad it is sad;lfk
Reblog if you believe in Sherlock Holmes.
sketchbookpianist: love-afriendswords: oh mY GOD LOOK AT THE NOTES!! NO RICHARD BROOK WAS REAL HE WAS THE STORYTELLER IT’S ON DVD
So I thought of something...
corneliapornelia: If you ship two people as friends and not as an otp it’s a friendship
popcornmassacre: ugh summer look at my awful tan line
Obsess97's Blog (Original, right?): mymphr: heh i... →
mymphr: heh i felt so clever at this science festival thing They had a forensics bit with a fake dead body and shit around it and that and people were looking at it to try and work out what had happened how she had been killed, you know and there were loads of kids and middle aged people…
shamalamaquisha: ANTONIO YOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU PUT A FUCKING FLOWER ON MY HEAD
sometimes i dont know who is lazier me or the guy who made the libyan flag
Have you ever read something that killed you...
Like a text message or someone’s status. Everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. Or found out something you were better off not knowing. It’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks how one little thing can ruin your whole day.
fabacon: do you ever feel like people just forget you exist
jellicent: Only Weather report you will ever have to watch. I just love how this guy can say all of it with a straight face! xDD
elizabitchtaylor: Since most of us are in bed with our laptops I like to think it means we’re kind of in bed together
me: ~laughing at something on Tumblr~
mom: ~creeper stares at me~
me: ~pulls out headphones~ can i help you?
mom: can I help YOU?
mom: more like, can you be helped?
If someone's crying,
hey-dominique: don’t just stand there like a fucking statue and ask them if they’re ok. Do they look ok to you? You get your ass to them as fast as you can, give them the tightest hug. Don’t even ask them what’s wrong, just let them know you’re there for them. Let them have a little space, but give them comfort and sympathy - don’t just stare at them like a fucking fish and not do shit. Some of...