boredom-and-blogs:

Finally found another fem Sherlock and Watson!

I really should be going to sleep now, but my allergies have a better idea of how to waste valuable sleep time.
professorelupin:

fuckyeahprettybooks:

lovejoyjohnlock:

I’m twelve years old again.

Someone help me stop laughing, it hurts.

professorelupin:

fuckyeahprettybooks:

lovejoyjohnlock:

I’m twelve years old again.

Someone help me stop laughing, it hurts.

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towongfoo:

If I dont respond to your insult it means what i wanted to say was too mean and I decided to let you live

"

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

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— It’s not that I don’t love you. (via krisped)
"Note to self: “I love you” does not mean “I won’t ever leave you."
— Note 1. (via krisped)

brianmalik:

if i sigh loudly enough will all of my problems go away 

dignitea:

my life is a joke and i’m not laughing anymore

joshr-ss:

i hate that I cant stop missing you

and you have no clue or care about me anymore

captainamericafangirl1992:

candyassgoth:

encores:

Completely Rational fears about baby Steve Rogers

I will always reblog

HOLY FUCK THIS POST IS BACK! :) I screamed when I saw this on my dash. my all time favorite tumblr post EVER! This is just so damn adorable! <3

hoebama:

pretty girls who can pull off messy hair and no make up and have eyebrow game strong enough to kill half the population are a serious threat and i am afraid of them