It’s perfect outside today

Sunny, but not hot, just under 20 C. Perfect jeans, t-shirt and converse weather, so I get to wear my Miniature Tigers t-shirt. There are waffles waiting for me for breakfast.

Today is a good day.

19grizzlybears:

untitled by Astrid Prasetianti on Flickr.

definitelydope:

curva tra gli alberi d’autunno by Volphoebe on Flickr.

ilustro:

sem título by rocketrictic on Flickr.

vanished:

Oliver

vert-fonce:

(by peggiech)

mirabilelectu:

imthestoryteller:

holyshit fuck fuck

Looking at this picture now and comparing it to the BAFTA photos, I absolutely cannot understand how Andrew Scott so completely changes himself to become Moriarty. Look at him here. He’s not doing anything special - he’s not glaring, or threatening, or really doing anything that should overtly read “bad guy”, and yet he IS Moriarty. Just in the way that he’s standing, the way he carries himself, he is absolutely the world’s most dangerous consulting criminal, and you can feel it. The clenched fist, the slightly hunched in stance, everything about him here emits confidence and maliciousness and evil.
And then you look at Andrew at the BAFTAs, where he should look exactly the same because he’s in just as nice a suit with almost nothing different about his physical appearance, and you realize that the man is actually made of leprechauns and giggles and rainbows.
ANDREW YOU SHOULD NOT BE PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

r-a-b-i-s-c-a-n-d-o:

by Elena Romanova

kungfuqua:

Krka National Park by dirtyfromtherain on Flickr.

from-mydreams:

(by dear caffeine)