This show has given a taste to the daily sorrows, a platform for heartbreaks but where, where do we bury our dear little hearts being constantly pierced with those ice shards?
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dn8Rrj1mV98)
Sherlock narrates his thoughts as he leaves John’s wedding. Just what was racing through his mind as he left the reception? Hear the sorrow from his own mouth, if you can stand it.
This😭
You know you'll die to understand their side of the story when they look like this
going from “today is a good day” to “i hate my life” takes me approximately 2.6 seconds
“how many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”
— 𝘝𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘧
Single celled organism dies.
if memories could take physical form, then wouldn't that be time travel??
I come from a long line of people who should not have had children but did anyway
Finally, my hatred for Mary has found dignified reasons.
“amazing how fire exposes our priorities”
It’s very late and that underappreciated moment in asip when John comments on all the rubbish in the flat and Sherlock starts throwing stuff in boxes in an alarmed fashion like ‘Don’t go I can clean the thing I can clean 3 thing’ is corroding me