(via gisu) This essay is kind of the second part of an essay on taste that can be read here: YES also, the message made me think of this - Rebloggin’ because this is good stuff. (via hyphenating) when the moon hits ur eye like a big pizza pie thats amore when u swim in a creek and an eel bites ur cheek thats a moray (via maliciousbee) … and so sherlock and john never met. the end. THE SHOW WOULD CONSIST OF JOHN LIMPING AROUND LONDON AT VARIOUS SPEEDS ^^^ Hahahahahahah Oh my god. Perfection. (Source: supholmes) “Who’d want me for a flatmate?” John asked, completely serious at the notion that anyone would actually want to room with him. He glanced at his old colleague when he heard him chuckling. “What?” “Nothing, I just remembered a funny joke.” He said with a smile. It probably had something to do with two flatmates or something. John didn’t inquire. “Oh.” He responded simply, returning his gaze to his cup of coffee. After a few minutes of silence, John looked up to ask Stamford a question but stopped when he saw a curious look on the man’s face. He almost seemed horrified. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” Stamford stuttered. “It’s just…” He seemed to be trying to get a look at John’s back. “I just thought I saw something on your back.” SCREAMING, THAT LAST BIT I’VE SEEN THIS BEFORE BUT OH MY GOD THAT LAST COMMENT OHH (via floobin)
