Head-desk
Chris. Enough Said.
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Photoset reblogged from A Wise Choice
Photographs taken inside musical instruments making them look like large and spacious rooms.
(Source: jakiiiro)
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Post reblogged from per aspera ad astra
Hey so if we have a mutual follow goin on, feel free to ask for my
- cellular number
- snapchat
- skype
- facetime
- first born
you know, anything you want
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Post reblogged from I'd rather be at Disney.
if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
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Photoset reblogged from Ever Expanding List of Band Names
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Photoset reblogged from A Wise Choice
These awesome photos, in which rolling waves appear to be both perfectly frozen in time and miraculously made solid, are the work of French photographer Pierre Carreau.
Carreau “shoots waves with a variety of high speed cameras using various macro and wide angle lenses, capturing water shapes that appear more sculptural than liquid.”
Visit his Pierre Carreau’s website to view many more examples of his amazing work. He also offers prints of some of his images via Clic Gallery.
[via Colossal]
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Photo reblogged from Memory Is Your Image Of Perfection
do you think the museum will accept this as a fossil
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Photoset reblogged from funky fresh
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Photo reblogged from The Wicked Companion
Very boring up here.
No crimes in Heaven, apparently.
SH
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Met an angel called Castiel.
Was looking for a human body.
SH
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Have I told you about the Winchesters?
SH
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I miss you and your complaining horribly
SH
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Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.
SH
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John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.
SH
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I wish I could talk to you
SH
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God won’t let me visit Hell.
But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!
SH
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If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you
SH
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Still missing you horribly
SH
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Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.
A woman even I might admire. Good Job.
SH
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People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.
Keep thanking me.
Somewhat annoying.
SH
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Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?
Someone is getting too sentimental.
I’m touched.
SH
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Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.
Still as annoying as ever.
I miss when you used to punch him for me.
SH
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You’ve become so good at writing.
I miss you.
SH
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There are so many things I should have said.
Down There.
SH
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Sorry
SH
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I miss you
SH
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I love you.
SH
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Won’t you hurry up?
SH
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Don’t come too quickly, though.
SH
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Met with Mummy.
She cried. I don’t understand it.
SH
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I love you
SH
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Being an old man doesn’t suit you.
You’re done fighting, John.
Come home.
SH
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Stubborn to the last, my John.
SH
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I love you anyway.
SH
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“Welcome home.”
