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]

navylock:

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microftholmes:

url inspired graphics :// { curlock }

getlestrade:

He`d recognise every shape, every outline, the silhouette of everyone who came to the door. 

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

drwtsn:

_{Did she give you what you hoped for? Oh, nights of loveless love, I hope it made you feel good, knowing how much I adored you.}

C O L L A B - cumberbum // drwtsn 

Want to thank the forever amazing Saskia for giving me the chance to work with her. Manip of Sherlock crying is hers, graphic is mine. Such a pleasure, darling.