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do u ever just look at someone and think “how are they so nice they are literally the sweetest person ever what dark secrets are they hiding”
B is for boredom,
Burrowing under my skin.
Driving me to craziness,
Where I find comfort in my sins.
That moment of realization when your parents/friends/teacher ask you what your novel is about and every aspect of the story suddenly seems too idiotic and cliche to say out loud.
I may be late to the party on this one, but I just noticed something from the restaurant scene in ‘A Study In Pink’…..
Sherlock, you sly devil. You made reservations. You’re in the middle of the case and you made dinner reservations. For John.
Now we know why Angelo was so quick to assume John was his date.
how have i not seen this before
How Did You Find That Untagged Post From 11 Months Ago a story of confusion, fear, and general unease