Use.The.Light

zabreneva:

Schrodinger’s Nap: where you are both too tired to do things and awake enough to not fall asleep so you just lie in bed with your eyes closed suffering.

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highs0ciety:

arabbara:

R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit

this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging

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inevitably-johnlocked:

hudders-and-hiddles:

hudders-and-hiddles:

do you ever just wake up already thinking about john watson and how much he wants to tell sherlock he loves him, how it’s been there on his tongue a thousand times, how he lets it slip out disguised as important to some people and always your way, how when he finally gets the chance to say it for real he’s never ever ever going to be able to stop

in the first few weeks they’re together he literally can’t stop himself from saying it as frequently as possible. he wakes up whispering it into the mess of curls pressed against his chest. he breathes it against plush lips that taste like their morning tea. he texts it from the shops, from the backs of cabs, from just across the room. he traces it onto the back of a hand held at a crime scene, the top of a thigh under the table at angelo’s, the tender stretch of a long neck, an arched back, a quivering belly, all the soft, secret places he can find. he says it and says it and says it again until sherlock understands he isn’t going to stop, and then he says it some more because he wants to make up for all the days he couldn’t, because he needs to, because he can.

STOP.

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