consultingly:

John Hamish Watson

benedics-blog:

_{and then one day}

_{he faded away}

elissaforpresident:

Every time I try to walk through walls
More walls appear.
What’s the point of feeling love for you
When you don’t believe I’m here? [x]

lesbianmyth:

Jesus, no. God, no.

rosenlaui-deactivated20131226:

“Draw your chair up and hand me my violin, for the only problem we have still to solve is how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings.”
— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor