Life, my dear Watson, is infinitely stranger than fiction; stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We could not conceive the things that are merely commonplace to existence. If we could hover over this great city, remove the roofs, and peep in at the things going on, it would make all fiction, with its conventionalities and forseen conclusions flat, stale and unprofitable.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (via elemesy)
channeling the charm and positivity of Leslie Knope to make it through this hell of a week.
accessories include extra-large coffees and handfuls of unorganized notes and sketches
Yup. That about sums it up.
just wanted to toot my horn. I just wrote the best damn conclusion for a paper. just sayin, I’m pretty proud. hope my professor will say the same.