Dr. Mycroft Snicket

gayfandomblog:

dangercupcakemurdericing:

Sometimes I’m internally like “How is that a trigger?, ” then I realize other people have different life experiences from me, they don’t owe me their story, and I move the fuck on.

trekordie:

I am so serious when I say that if you love Star Trek, whether it’s the entire series, or even just the last film, you belong in the fandom. If anyone argues with this logic, they have missed the point of Star Trek altogether. Do not let people tell you what you get to love or how you have to show your love for it.

We want you here.

raspberry-pies:

I thought this was leading to something deep…I wasn’t disappointed.

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sagexhaley:

Pop punk bands saying “friends”

jockstrapjuvenile:

oh. my. god.

jockstrapjuvenile:

oh. my. god.

Mind Palace Headcanon // Irene does not have a room or place within Sherlock’s actual Mind Palace. She exists in the surrounding forestry and fields of it, where he retreats if he wishes to think of her.

Without pain, how could we know joy?’ This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
 John GreenThe Fault in Our Stars (via feellng)
w0rsn0p:

distance

w0rsn0p:

distance

I remember the day they asked me what I see when I look at you. I remember how simple they thought my answer would be. Perhaps they thought I’d answer: a girl with beautiful eyes, or my future wife, something ordinary, some answer most people usually reply back with. But you see, when I look at you, it’s not just that simple. What do I see when I look at you? I see a girl who smiles and although she’s been fed broken promise after broken promise, she still smiles. I see a girl with drive and ambition and fuck that has got to be sexier than a model type body. I see a girl who has a shine in her eyes, the type of shine that makes you worry, it makes you worry, because you’re not sure if you can provide her with everything she deserves. When I look at you I see a home with a balcony where we can drink our tea and coffee every morning, followed by a goodbye kiss and “I hope you have a great day.” I see our husky dog, with deep blue eyes, laying on the porch, who’d we name Damian, or Brody, or Alfie, something like that. I picture how the kitchen would be and how I’d invest more money on repairs and maintaining it up to date for you because a chef like you deserves the best kitchen. You know the type of kitchens with those scary looking stoves that have so many buttons, you think one push of a button and you’ll blow up the entire world, yeah it’d be a dream kitchen for any chef. When I look at you I see summer trips to Italy, France, Japan, Finland, and Greece, I see a world with you along my side. I see a family and it might just be us two, or 1, 2, maybe 3 kids but it’d be a family none the less. I see stressful days that would end on our sofa and we’d just lay there eating Chinese food and watch Netflix till our eyes turn red. When I look at you I see 2am “get on top of me and let’s have sex,” followed by the 5am “it’s hot move over or get up and go turn the AC on.” I see Saturday morning jogs and Sunday evening dinners. When I look at you I see my home, my love, my happiness, my future. I remember the day they asked me what I see when I look at you. I remember how simple they thought my answer would be. I think what shocked them the most after telling them what I see when I look at you, I ended it with, “Yeah, that’s what I see when I look at her but the saddest part of this all, is that she sees nothing when she looks at me. She use to, I swear she use to look at me like tomorrow wouldn’t be tomorrow if I wasn’t along her side. But love dies and people change and although she left me…I will always look at her like home.”
It was always you (via h0pefulkid-withaninkedupheart)
twoweeksinmay:

CB - this is my wish. 

twoweeksinmay:

CB - this is my wish.