Something of a social experiment
roses-and-pansies:

Grevillea in Balmain #smhspring on Flickr.
Grevillea

redscharlach:

Otters Who Look Like Benedict Cumberbatch: A Visual Examination.

All otters are from The Daily Otter, for all your ottery Tumblr needs!

animalstalkinginallcaps:

OOPS, ALMOST FORGOT MY-
OH THANK GOD YOU’RE OKAY. COME HERE. DO YOU FEEL YOUR HEART? IT’S RACING! YOU’RE TERRIFIED! YOU DON’T WANT TO GO. THAT’S FINE. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. WE’LL JUST GET YOU AWAY FROM HERE. WE’LL FORGET THIS WHOLE SILLY NOTION. WHAT WERE WE THINKING? HA! WE MUST HAVE BEEN ON CRAZY PILLS!
MOM, PLEASE LET ME GO AND HAND ME MY BACKPACK. IT’S NOT EVEN REAL COLLEGE. IT’S COMMUNITY COLLEGE. I STILL LIVE IN YOUR HOUSE. I’LL BE HOME AT SIX.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

OOPS, ALMOST FORGOT MY-

OH THANK GOD YOU’RE OKAY. COME HERE. DO YOU FEEL YOUR HEART? IT’S RACING! YOU’RE TERRIFIED! YOU DON’T WANT TO GO. THAT’S FINE. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. WE’LL JUST GET YOU AWAY FROM HERE. WE’LL FORGET THIS WHOLE SILLY NOTION. WHAT WERE WE THINKING? HA! WE MUST HAVE BEEN ON CRAZY PILLS!

MOM, PLEASE LET ME GO AND HAND ME MY BACKPACK. IT’S NOT EVEN REAL COLLEGE. IT’S COMMUNITY COLLEGE. I STILL LIVE IN YOUR HOUSE. I’LL BE HOME AT SIX.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

OH MY GOD, MOM, STOP TRYING TO BE CURRENT. IT’S EMBARRASING ENOUGH THAT YOU HAVE A FACEBOOK. 
JUST GO LISTEN TO YOUR ZUNE, OKAY? 

animalstalkinginallcaps:

OH MY GOD, MOM, STOP TRYING TO BE CURRENT. IT’S EMBARRASING ENOUGH THAT YOU HAVE A FACEBOOK. 

JUST GO LISTEN TO YOUR ZUNE, OKAY? 

animalstalkinginallcaps:

I’M GOING TO SHOOT STRAIGHT WITH YOU BECAUSE WE’RE FRIENDS. SOMETIMES WHILE YOU’RE SLEEPING I READ YOUR LITTLE DIARY OR JOURNAL OR WHATEVER THAT IS.
… I CAN’T SAY I APPROVE OF YOUR SEXUAL PROCLIVITIES, NOR YOUR DESCENT INTO FREAKISHLY DETAILED FANFICTION, BUT IF YOU COULD SOMEHOW GET THAT TO BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH’S PEOPLE I BET THEY’D THINK ABOUT FILMING IT. YOU’RE A HELL OF A WRITER, ERIK. THAT’S GRIPPING STUFF.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

I’M GOING TO SHOOT STRAIGHT WITH YOU BECAUSE WE’RE FRIENDS. SOMETIMES WHILE YOU’RE SLEEPING I READ YOUR LITTLE DIARY OR JOURNAL OR WHATEVER THAT IS.

… I CAN’T SAY I APPROVE OF YOUR SEXUAL PROCLIVITIES, NOR YOUR DESCENT INTO FREAKISHLY DETAILED FANFICTION, BUT IF YOU COULD SOMEHOW GET THAT TO BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH’S PEOPLE I BET THEY’D THINK ABOUT FILMING IT. YOU’RE A HELL OF A WRITER, ERIK. THAT’S GRIPPING STUFF.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

YES, I’M STILL HERE, PAUL. RIGHT WHERE I WAS WHEN YOU WENT TO WORK. AND STOP SIGHING, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME. I WENT TO THE BATHROOM AT LEAST TWICE.
WHAT AM I DOING? I’M REFRESHING TUMBLR! WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING? IF I DON’T DO IT EVERY NINETY SECONDS I MIGHT MISS SOMETHING SUPER IMPORTANT LIKE SHERLOCK GIFS OR PICTURES OF A FOREST WITH CLICHÉD BREAKUP TEXT ON TOP! 
IT’S LIKE PUNCHING IN THE NUMBERS ON LOST ONLY INSTEAD OF SAVING THE ISLAND IT SAVES ME FROM DATING.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

YES, I’M STILL HERE, PAUL. RIGHT WHERE I WAS WHEN YOU WENT TO WORK. AND STOP SIGHING, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME. I WENT TO THE BATHROOM AT LEAST TWICE.

WHAT AM I DOING? I’M REFRESHING TUMBLR! WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING? IF I DON’T DO IT EVERY NINETY SECONDS I MIGHT MISS SOMETHING SUPER IMPORTANT LIKE SHERLOCK GIFS OR PICTURES OF A FOREST WITH CLICHÉD BREAKUP TEXT ON TOP! 

IT’S LIKE PUNCHING IN THE NUMBERS ON LOST ONLY INSTEAD OF SAVING THE ISLAND IT SAVES ME FROM DATING.