THEME BY RACHEL [DUCKPONDS]

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8/1/2013 @ 11:27pm

kitten-rage:

Forget Me

Stars, like candles all blow out

Ending with a sigh, no shout

It makes me weep the better part of my days.

But seasons change with the heart

Never thought I’d give up my part

To you and all your mediocre pride.

This will hurt, they all say

As they move so far away

But all too soon you’ll grow old

And forget the distance and the cold.

Forget me.

Blackberry fields all alight

Flames burning so harsh so bright

It comforts me on those cold winter nights.

Snowflakes fall and bite my skin

Still you won’t let me in

To see you one more time

Before you’re alright.

Chorus

Catch my breath and breath me in

Still don’t know where to begin

This faded story that died long ago

All too soon we doth part

This history has no start

only a middle where you’re bringing me down.

Chorus

As it has been established that everything in this world pertains to Sherlock, this song definitely does.

Basically I see it as John’s musings while believing that Sherlock is “dead” in a post-Reichenbach situation.

Or you could just view it as a song that I wrote while holed up in my room. Enjoy! xx

omg remember when

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1/1/2013 @ 5:10pm
via pinkwa

pinkwa:

[1/3] The doctor

pinkwa:

[1/3] The doctor
"Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marveled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I should go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protection. So we stood hand in hand like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us."
- John Watson (The Sign of Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
filled under: #mary morstan #john watson #canon #quote
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28/8/2012 @ 7:08pm

you may not be the most luminous of people, but as a conductor of light you are unbeatable.


you may not be the most luminous of people, but as a conductor of light you are unbeatable.
filled under: #bbc sherlock #john watson
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28/8/2012 @ 4:27pm

“my best friend, sherlock holmes, is dead.”

“my best friend, sherlock holmes, is dead.”
“A kill shot like that over that distance from that sort of weapon, you’re looking for a crack shot but not just a marksman, his hands musn’t have shaken at all so clearly he’s acclimatised to violence. He didn’t fire until I was in immediate danger so obviously has a strong moral principle. You’re looking for someone probably with a history of military service and nerves of steel …”

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21/5/2012 @ 9:19pm

bakerstreetbabes:

Now time for some nicotine filled fanart!

bakerstreetbabes:

Now time for some nicotine filled fanart!
#round and round the garden like a teddy bear #jawn #do you understand this concept

kitten-rage:

Shadows- A Lullaby

Shadows of a dream

Shadows of what we might have been

I’ll do my part

My dark angel, rest your heart

You play for the angels but you can’t fly

Don’t need no lullaby

Pretend like you’re sorry you took that fall

Saved your heart, worth it all.

Chorus

Remember the night we ran away

Still miss it to this day

and I wish we had ran so far

Far from the speeding cars.

You can’t fly.

Chorus

You’re not flaming, you burn cold

Your green eyes, they seem so old

And in your chest there is no heart

Fractured from the start.

You can’t fly.

Shadows- A Lullaby

Shadows of a dream

Shadows of what we might have been

I’ll do my part

My dark angel, rest your heart

You play for the angels but you can’t fly

Don’t need no lullaby

Pretend like you’re sorry you took that fall

Saved your heart, worth it all.

Chorus

Remember the night we ran away

Still miss it to this day

and I wish we had ran so far

Far from the speeding cars.

You can’t fly.

Chorus

You’re not flaming, you burn cold

Your green eyes, they seem so old

And in your chest there is no heart

Fractured from the start.

You can’t fly.

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24/2/2012 @ 8:27pm

I will not die, I’ll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you’re beside me
I will not die, I’ll wait here for you
In my time of dying {x}


I will not die, I’ll wait here for you I feel alive, when you’re beside me I will not die, I’ll wait here for you In my time of dying {x}
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18/2/2012 @ 10:35am

ihavebeensherlocked:

Oh Jim, you sly trickster.

ihavebeensherlocked:

Oh Jim, you sly trickster.