if u call me i won’t answer the phone, i’ll just text u back right after u call and ask u what u call me for.
a spider was on my bed today so now i have to switch universities
Switching universes seems pretty reasonable to me
it’s just so funny how you can just click with some people but not others, like you can meet a new friend who completely gets you in like 2 weeks and yet have a parent or relative who still doesn’t know your simplest likes and dislikes after 20 years. its weird
JOHN WAS SHERLOCK’S WHOLE WORLD
SO HE ASSUMED IT WAS THE SAME FOR JOHN
PLEASE KILL ME (x)
There’s totes room for this headcanon if you wanna fic that way but ahahaha yeah no I’m not even a fraction so charitable to Mr. Ego, here.
Oh, sure, I look forward to and have my hopes set on him REALIZING that John means a hell of a lot to him. But I don’t think he knows it, here. Seriously. He’s basically saying, “his little life was pointless and glory-less without ME”, and that is not exactly the basis for a healthy relationship. He’s also basically implying that he left thinking that John would have no fulfilling life without him. That’s not a man besotted, that’s just fucking self-centered.
Now, we don’t know how much of this Sherlock really believes yet— we just know he SAYS or WANTS to believe that his importance to John is this huge and unshakeable. I sincerely hope that a good bit of ep 1 is spent making it clear to Sherlock that John could have a damn happy life without him. Not the same life, but happy.
It’s not that they can’t be without each other: it’s that they are better together. That is what healthy friendships and romances are built on. That is what Sherlock doesn’t have yet, that he needs to learn. And I can’t really stomach any Sherlock-pitying until he’s show engaging with and learning that lesson, as painfully as need be.
It seems that people tend to forget that it’s been kind of mentioned that Sherlock might have Asperger’s in the BBC adaption. For me, as an aspie, Sherlock’s comment makes total sense. For him it is the absolute truth - I have been away, hence his life could not have continued. It’s pretty common with people with Aspergers - when they aren’t there, life does not continue. When you step outside of the building, it’s really hard to imagine that inside there are people continuing their lives without your presence. This might be one of the cases, for Sherlock is very self centered that has been shown in many cases (like the trailer: John’s mustache must go, he can’t be seen with him while he has them, bad for the imago). It’s not that he’s being mean or not meaning the relationship wasn’t healthy, it just means that his mind works a bit different.
my friend left her window open in her bedroom and came back to find this
look at his self-satisfied little face, the cheeky shit
if there was a post to describe australia, this is it
you mean to tell me this isn’t even a pet bird?
that in australia, you have wild birds that just fly from house to house with the express purpose of fucking shit up?
fucking HELL australia, what is wrong with you?
wake up australia
That’s what birds do
They fly around and fuck shit up
Do you have some kind of mysterious nice birds in your weird foreign country
Do birds in America and England fly into your house and make the bed and tidy up the living room a little bit
It’s cold here, so they just bounce off the windows and lie there and twitch spasmodically while you look for the shovel.
Basically hurling themselves at windows is the worst thing birds do
Grade School, 1975
these 8 year olds have better style than i do
"Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?"
"Well… um… big question, but, to me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived."
Why am I saluting ?
Maniacal laughter seems to be the general consensus.