His very person and appearance were such as to strike the attention of the most casual observer.In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed to be considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing, save during those intervals of torpor to which I have alluded; and his thin,hawk-like nose gave his whole expression an air of alertness and decision.His chin, too, had the prominence and squareness which mark the man of determination. His hands were invariably blotted with ink and stained with chemicals, yet he was possessed of extraordinary delicacy of touch, as I frequently had occasion to observe when I watched him manipulating his fragile philosophical instruments. - A Study In Scarlet
one girl scrolled past this and woke up without boobs
Forever reblog cuz I don’t wanna wake up without boobs.
The fucking notes
Damn it. I want to not reblog so that I could wake up with out boobs. But then I couldn’t tell you that I didn’t want to reblog.
“If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.”-Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
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………………Just……..I fucking love this man, he is my fucking life, his face, I just….absolute what…I don’t know if I should fangirl or continue to stare and wonder how the hell he managed that face.
…That…you see that? That little fuck peeking out from behind her? That little ass is ruining my life…I could be doing other stuff…but no…that little shit is being the adorable fuck he is, and causing me to go on an Aron Tveit spree…congrats, Aaron…you’ve ruined my life…thanks…