the stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
for nothing now can ever come to any good.
it's a
thebritishteapot:
I hope this can cheer you up, darling :)
John puts the newspaper away and goes over to Sherlock. Sherlock’s shoulders are shaking and he keeps his face in his hands. John hugs him from the side and tells him, “I love you,” over and over. Equilibrium by augustbird …. I have nothing to say. Sob.
John puts the newspaper away and goes over to Sherlock. Sherlock’s shoulders are shaking and he keeps his face in his hands. John hugs him from the side and tells him, “I love you,” over and over.
Equilibrium by augustbird
….
I have nothing to say. Sob.
“I can’t see out of my right eye, John…” Alone on the water by Madlori
“I can’t see out of my right eye, John…”
Alone on the water by Madlori
“You look sad… when you think he can’t see you.”
A lot of Martin Crieff feels today