"We’re sort of the punk rock region of Westeros."
I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
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You always feel it, Sherlock,
but you don’t have to f e a r it.
raise your hand if you’re tired and sad and wanna make out with a girl
this show is so fucked up
Oh dear god, it’s only 2 o’clock. It’s been Christmas day for at least a week now, how can it only be 2 o’clock?
I am in agony
My BFF Coming out to her 89 Year old GrandmotherBFF:
Grandmother I need to talk to you
[concerned voice] What? What is it? Are you sick?
No, no. Grandma. I'm gay.
I'm gay Grandma. I have a girlfriend now.
[relieved voice] Oh honey, is that all? I thought you had cancer. Anytime someone needs to tell me something they are sick. Who's your girlfriend, when is her birthday? I'll bake her a pie.