“I Was Talking To The Prime Minister.” Sherlock — Series 4, Episode 2: The Lying Detective [BBC

Don’t flirt subtly or drop hints I’m dumb be blunt

when you think starting a second fic will fix the block with the first one but you just end up with two unfinished works

for someone who is fully content hanging out alone I have a huge want of being someone’s most favorite person in their life. 

I think of you so often you have no idea.

James Joyce; Ulysses

culverton smith: what’s the worst thing you can do to your very best friends?

me: idk blame them for ur wife’s death, show little to no care about their relapse and self-destructive behaviour, beat the crap out of them even tho they didnt even try to fight back, say ‘yes you did’ when they say that they deserve that bc they killed ur wife, then gaslight the whole damn thing?

me: who would do that to someone they consider a friend tho

you really think so? well, it's good to know. i've always wondered.

“I stretch out my hands towards you. Oh ! may I live to touch your hair and your hands. I think that your love will watch over my life. If I should die, I want you to live a gentle peaceful existence somewhere, with flowers, pictures, books, and lots of work.”

— Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), in a letter to Lord Alfred Douglas (1870-1945), dated Monday Evening [29 April 1895], HM Prison, Hollowa, in “Oscar Wilde: A Life In Letters” (via finita–la–commedia)