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The coolest show I have ever known.
Typewriter Series #655 by Tyler Knott Gregson
"There’s a reason for the cage of ribs around our hearts. There’s a secret that never started as one but in forgetting, became the one we keep from ourselves. That our ribcage is a bird cage, rusted metal and squeaking hinge, and our heart is a bird. Our memories line the bottom of our swinging cage like newspaper and torn shreds of torn wishes, the steady wing beat echoes in the hollow of our chest. Listen to the sound, the frantic and desperate flapping when our heart, our bird finds another and feels the wind from their wings stretched and hopeful. Listen to the sound when their song becomes our song and they sing together. Can we open the gates to these rib cages and with message wrapped tight to feet send our birds out to explore? Will we feel our birds when they fall madly in love with the world, with their own flight, with another? Will we have the courage to keep those gates open and let our birds fly? Are we given the keys to these gates, are they built in and left dangling around our necks or are they hidden with the secret that never started as one but in forgetting became the one that we still keep from ourselves? Will we always? Our ribs ache for longer than we can admit and somehow, sometimes we lose those keys to those gates and those hearts those birds forget how to fly. We cannot let our birds fall with their feathers ancient and loose with a lack of use; we cannot let them bury themselves in the memories the torn shreds of torn wishes that line the bottoms of these rib cages. Reach into your chest and tear the gates down shake life into your heart and throw it to the air. Let falling become flying because they never forget how. Let falling become flying and don’t wait, never wait for your bird to come home. There’s no reason for the cage of ribs around our hearts.”
Can you survive the impending minecraft apocalypse?! It’s coming so always be prepared!
Infatuation
I know that this is probably just Infatuation, But try telling the tide That it must stay behind the dam Or that the fire Must only burn so high. These things are impossible. You cannot stop a tree From growing its roots, Or reaching to the heavens Arms outstretched in longing. You cannot tell a bird That it must not sing, That it's joy cannot be made known To the world And it's inhabitants. You cannot stop this. Even if you say it is wrong. There is a thing called patience, And it's sister, Time. Tides can be contained, But the dams will leak. Fires can be put out, But the ashes are still hot. Trees can be cut, But they will always grow back stronger. Birdsong can be blocked, But it is there still. When you see something good, You should fight for it. But fighting does not always imply Action. Perhaps the fight is simply against You, And Time. Circumstances that are out of your control. But that's the beautiful thing about life. Time cannot be stopped. And neither can love. Or maybe, This is just Infatuation.
Elephants in The Empty Hearse.
No, I’m not saying it means anything. But elephants, man. Elephants.
okay but what the actual fuck is going on?
did we just get a mascot
ALRIGHT SHERLOCK FANDOM! YOU HEARD THEM! THE OFFICIAL ANIMAL OF THE SHERLOCK FANDOM IS AN ELEPHANT! SOMEONE DRAW SHERLOCK HOLMES AS AN ELEPHANT OR AN ELEPHANT WEARING THE EAR HAT.
did we name the elephant madonna
john buys sherlock an iphone for christmas and accidentally starts what he calls “the selfie fiasco of 2013”
i bet they snapchat
What whims you might have, what secret wishes you hide, I will chase them all.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
I am filled with words I’m worried no one will read, a book that sits closed.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Ok John we get it
i feel like the general consensus of the sherlock fandom is that the empty hearse was just a fanific.
Standing all alone I suddenly realized that I can still stand tall.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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Soup or Natural
Typewriter Series #643 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Start a dream journal
Write a positive note to yourself each day
Explore music genres
Smile at strangers (unless it’s a 40 year old man with a fedora and a mustache winking at you which in case walk, walk, walk)
Start interacting with others
Point out something you like about yourself in the...