come with me
and you’ll be
in a world
Yes I support gay rights.
Yes I would care if you died.
No I’m not going to reblog that post.
Snowflakes are actually the perfect metaphor for people. Each one IS unique, but we all have the same structure and are pretty similar in spite of our differences. And really, with as many around as there is, aint no one gonna notice your differences unless they care enough to look closely.
People are also similar to snowflakes in that it is difficult to drive when there are too many of them piled up on the road.
Well that took a turn I didn’t expect
As much as I enjoy the movie Frozen, stop saying it’s the only movie that teaches girls they don’t need a man to save them. RAPUNZEL FUCKING SAVES FLYNN AND BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF PEOPLE WITH A FRYING PAN. MERIDA WAS ALL “FUCK YOU I’M 15 AND I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED. “ MULAN SAVED THE FUCK OUT OF CHINA, SHE SAVED A FUCKING COUNTRY. So, would you politely shut the fuck up and stop.
Imagine your OTP slow-dancing to a love song, with Person A quietly singing the words in Person B’s ear.
imagine this happening during the apocalypse and they both know they’re going to die soon
THAT LAST ONE IS NOT NECESSARY YOU DEMON
“I’m running so late!”
Sherlock watched from his armchair as Molly dashed between the kitchen and sitting room, picking up things here and there and stuffing them into her already very stuffed bag.
“Your phone, in the wall charger by the lamp,” he pointed out helpfully and he heard her cry of triumph in the bedroom as she rushed back to the sitting room again, tying her scarf around her neck.
“I think I’ve got everything now, thank you, darling. Maybe I’ll see you later?” she asked, walking over to him and stooping down for a quick kiss.
Sherlock caught her wrist, not letting her walk away. “Stay?”
“Sherlock, I really am late,” she said, deflecting.
He gave her a withering look that said he knew exactly what she was doing. “Molly…” He asked the same question every day, had been asking it for years.
She sighed but didn’t move away, leaning closer and using the hand he was still holding onto to touch his face as she gently touched her lips to his again and he closed his eyes at the touch.
“I keep coming back,” she said gently, as she always did, nuzzling her nose with his. “We can carry on as we always have been and I’ll always come back to you, Sherlock.”
She moved to kiss his temple, as she always did, and his fingers slipped from around her wrist, knowing that he didn’t really deserve much more from her, especially not after all this time. She was always there, he didn’t doubt now that she always would be. It was much more than he deserved, and he was grateful.
For all her earlier rush, Molly still hadn’t moved from before him. “Ask me again,” she whispered in his ear and something new tingled up Sherlock’s spine. “I think that maybe very soon, I’ll say yes.”
With that, she was gone.
Sherlock felt the smile pull at the corner of his lips, still feeling the ghost of her breath across his skin. He stood up from his chair with a laugh, setting off the kitchen, a plan already nearly complete in his mind…Sherlock x Molly: Fifteen years, one death, and two exiles is what it took for Sherlock to ask Molly to move in with him. It took five more for her to agree.
This is when you realize how many songs this movie has O.O
I think I don’t have an excuse, I just wanted to draw these ‘-‘