“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”
all around me are familiar faces
worn out places, worn out faces
My heart doesn’t beat .
It quakes .
Fuck you . I love me .
The light bulb symbolizes our thoughts and how over-thinking can kill us.
This is actually genius.
One of my favorite pictures on tumblr
My thoughts are slowing killing me.
Each day my thoughts are killing me.
bringing my old post backkkkk
I can’t handle this because this is so fucking relevant right now
When I heard, I immediately flew back to California, and went directly from the plane to his mother’s house…
I thought they needed my strength, but realized when I got there and broke down before his family, that it was I who needed theirs.
His mother hugged me and said I am so sorry… I said sorry? You’re the mother who lost a son?… She said yes, but you lost your other half…
Sherlock Season 3