Ищут пожарные,
Ищет полиция,
ЮНИТ и Торчвуд
В английской столице -
Ищут давно,
Но не могут найти
Юношу
Лет девятьсот двадцати.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
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| — | (via stonedandfoxy) Just what I was thinking, thank you. |
Is it just me or… ?
“Are you okay?”
This is the most common stupid question the main characters’ friends ask them. Usually when it’s not okay AT ALL. It’s like:
I know
- You failed all your exams.
- Both of your legs got broken in a car accident.
- Your children have been kidnapped.
- You’ve been accused of commiting a triple homicide.
- All you family just died.
- Yoy were sentenced to life imprisonment.
- The girl you love has just been abducted by a chainsaw maniac.
… but tell me: ARE YOU OKAY?
Lord, I never thought of it. If my heart hadn’t already been broken by this show now it would.niqi:
I don’t know if everyone just sort of assumed this or what, but it occurred to me yesterday that John had a date that night, which he probably bailed on…to take care of Sherlock.
Another Reichenbach post
containing most heartbreaking gifs
with most heart-rending words
which demonstrate that this fandom
has lots of mad headcanons
about constant nightmares
suicides
double suicides
triple suicides
everyone’s being miserable all their (short) life
Me: What’s WRONG with you
You’re a bunch of damned masochists
Why the hell do you have to post it
WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT
I was feeling happy only a minute ago
People you are sick.
…
…
…
Me: *likes*
Me: *reblogs*
All hail the British Government!
I love this man, his facial expressions, his Umbrella and everything.
My Dad is on a flight to LA today. This is what he texted me at 9:00 AM.
Dad: I'm sitting across the aisle from Benedict Cumberbatch. Really.
Dad: He's reading a script on his iPad.
i love how tumblr is a bunch of really intellectual activists who understand politics, religion, sexuality, and literature better than most of the human population
but put an exceptionally attractive British man in front of them and everyone is reduced to
ALKSDJFLADSJFLJASLDJF;KSADJFLJSDLKFJS
OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU FACE SIR
UNF UNF UNF UNF GET NAKED IN MY BED NOW
THE NOISE I MADE WAS NOT HUMAN
