Just collecting things I like.

I'm Sol, a social work student from germany. I have discovered tumblr through the Sherlock fandom but as you may see, I have quite some more fandoms and other stuff I like and reblogg (a lot).

keshima:

even yaoi hands cant hold my love for you

posted: 14 hours ago

cleancutaesthetics:

A woman has converted a tiny cabin in the woods in to her dream Victorian home. 
I am in love. 

http://curious-places.blogspot.co.nz/2011/01/victorian-cottage-delhi-ny-usa.html

posted: 2 days ago
posted: 4 days ago

I urge you to please notice when you are happy.

Kurt Vonnegut (via laviesepoursuit)

posted: 6 days ago

quasarden:

importantbirds:

monetizeyourcat:

How else a gotta purchag the snack a nest? Buy a sweagder? PLEASE Miz Bank allow a hold thee money

#arden i know u online

thank you friend this is very important to me

(Source: 90s90s90s)

posted: 1 week ago
me to all my friends: YOU CAN DO IT. YOU MAKE YOUR OWN LIFE. LET'S DO THIS TOGETHER. COME ON!!!
me to myself: you fucking piece of shit you will amount to nothing nothing is worth it your feelings are irrational go sleep for 22 hours
posted: 1 week ago

Obligatory Draco post.

themanfromthepond:

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The one true dragon to love.

"No one will miss me", "I’m better off dead"

after-crisis:

When I worked at a non-profit that handled suicide prevention, I had access to the donation records. Each month, a specific man donated 15$ to our organization. It was like clockwork.. same day, same man, he had been doing this for over 4 years. It always seemed odd to me but I never questioned it… until I saw a note attached one month. "For Noah- Dad"

his donation was once his child’s allowance.

I can promise you, they would miss you for the rest of their lives.

posted: 2 weeks ago

pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

cloudbending:

Sokka + Art

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