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I loathe when people think that I’m shy rather than introverted. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being shy, I’m just not, and they are two separate things. People cajoling me into social situations try to assure me that I “don’t have to talk to everyone” or that “everyone will love me.”


Bitch, of course they will like me. I am delightful. I just find prolonged social interactions to be extremely exhausting.

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— Comment by popculturemulcher in the article I’m Not a Miserable Bitch, I’m Just an Introvert (via red-sky)
"When I run my hand across a page of poetry I do not want oil and onionskin, I do not want slick bullshit; I want my hand to come away with blood on it. And God damn you if you are otherwise."
— Charles Bukowski  (via silken-sad)

(Source: thevagabondking.com)

tigersniper:

moriar-tea-co:

I do not smoke that often… This is just a little something for Sebastian. -JM

You are….jesusfuckinghell, Jim. SM

Whoaaaaa

(Source: fluffaloki)

thatawkwardginger:

para-moriarty:

emmybiscuit:

hawaiianbabidoll:

eatfoodzap:

caterfree10:

agrotera-thanatos:

gravityisforsuckers:

Hold both shift keys down, and try to type “THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG.”


THKBNFJS THLAY DG.

holy shit

HE QUIK BROWN FO JUPS OER HE LA DOG

HE…

THEQUICKROWFOXJUMOSOVERTHELZYDOG

that was a failure…

THKBNFJSTHLAYDG
Well, uhm… what. 

THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG.

That wasn’t so bad. 

dorismindpalace:

deduce-me-e:

deduction019:

xan-der-shinywolf:

No one can successfully kill Sherlock.
Not even Sherlock. 

Not even Sherlock. 

NOT EVEN SHERLOCK

NOT EVEN SHERLOCK


It looks like he can’t actually tell if the guy is totally serious or not.

Then again, with Moriarty’s whole *singsongy Irish lilting speech and Bee Gees* THEN— “I WILL MAKE YOU INTO SHOES!” routine, I’d be wary of anyone telling me anything like that in any sort of voice. Who the fuck knows what ever really is sarcasm. 

Fucking Irish.

oh god this is adorable. 

oh god this is adorable. 

(Source: shitshilarious)


Get it because it’s a CELL WALL

OMG LET ME LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!

(Source: buttsbutts)

detectiveinspectornarwhal:

lealahlupin3:

wastingyourgum:

suchanadorer:

It’s been years since Greg’s sung anything in front of an audience.  Anything real.
The Yarders know he can sing.  He used to be in a band, and anyone in a car with him learns quickly that he controls the radio, singing and drumming along on the steering wheel.  Sometimes he’ll even sing softly to himself around the office if he’s got a song stuck in his head.
What they don’t know about is all the times he stayed up all night in Sherlock’s flat, nervously pacing and drinking cup after cup of coffee while he waited for Sherlock to come down from a high.  The flat was horribly quiet so Greg would fill the hours by singing to himself, whatever came to mind.
That’s how he found out that Sherlock’s mother sang to them when they were boys.  He doubts Sherlock even remembers telling him, shining with sweat and glassy-eyed as he’d been at the time.
But Sherlock had also said that he liked Greg’s voice, and he would wave his arm clumsily, conducting Greg before he slipped back into unconsciousness.  It was probably just ego and imagination but Greg thought Sherlock slept better when he sang, so it became a conscious habit that died out along with Sherlock’s drug use.
At Sherlock’s funeral he feels like he’s run out of words to say, so he sings someone else’s words instead.


Ow… Lovely, but owwwww… and gorgeous gif.

detectiveinspectornarwhal:

lealahlupin3:

wastingyourgum:

suchanadorer:

It’s been years since Greg’s sung anything in front of an audience.  Anything real.

The Yarders know he can sing.  He used to be in a band, and anyone in a car with him learns quickly that he controls the radio, singing and drumming along on the steering wheel.  Sometimes he’ll even sing softly to himself around the office if he’s got a song stuck in his head.

What they don’t know about is all the times he stayed up all night in Sherlock’s flat, nervously pacing and drinking cup after cup of coffee while he waited for Sherlock to come down from a high.  The flat was horribly quiet so Greg would fill the hours by singing to himself, whatever came to mind.

That’s how he found out that Sherlock’s mother sang to them when they were boys.  He doubts Sherlock even remembers telling him, shining with sweat and glassy-eyed as he’d been at the time.

But Sherlock had also said that he liked Greg’s voice, and he would wave his arm clumsily, conducting Greg before he slipped back into unconsciousness.  It was probably just ego and imagination but Greg thought Sherlock slept better when he sang, so it became a conscious habit that died out along with Sherlock’s drug use.

At Sherlock’s funeral he feels like he’s run out of words to say, so he sings someone else’s words instead.

Ow… Lovely, but owwwww… and gorgeous gif.

(Source: mybelovedcheshire)

*snerk*