I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via wordsnquotes)

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What’s with John’s earpiece?


Reblogged from this version as a special one-time-only thing. Nothing new added.

Anonymous asked:

What do you make of the earpiece that was in John’s ear as he was talking to Sherlock (which can be seen when he pulls the phone away and shouts at Sherlock)? And the earpiece that was later knocked out of his ear and onto the floor when he was knocked over? Could it have anything to do with that ringing sound?


Four people have asked about this post in the last few minutes, so this answer is for all of you.

First thing to note is that John doesn’t have anything in his ear when he’s taking the cab back to St. Bart’s. Sherlock’s tricky and all… But if the earpiece has to do with the fake death, when do you think he managed to pull that off without John noticing?

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I am a terrible person


I am a terrible person

He is the napoleon of crime. He is the organizer of half that is evil and nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself. He only plans. But his agents are numerous and splendidly organized. Is there a crime to be done, a paper to be abstracted, we will say, a house to be ridled, a man to be removed-the word is passed to the Professor, the matter is organized and carried out. The agent may be caught. In that case money is found for his bail or his defense. But the central power which uses the agent is never caught-never so much as suspected.
Sherlock Holmes (via broriarty)


only → John


only → John

Reblog this is you are a #believeinsherlock tumblr.


I want a head count so I know how many are really out there so maybe we could possibly form a big group or something.

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#ibelieveinsherlockholmes #moriartywasreal #sherlock

#ibelieveinsherlockholmes #moriartywasreal #sherlock

IF, say, I was obsessing over The Reichenbach Fall, I might be wondering:

Was this just Sherlock taking inventory and making sure that Molly wasn’t in danger?  It seems a little stilted if not.

Your friend will die if you don’t.” 
“Not just John. Everyone.” 
“Mrs. Hudson?” 
“Three bullets. Three gunmen. Three victims. There’s no stopping them now, unless my people see you jump