“And remember this. I’m not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.”
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grace.
no no no don’t cry oh dear lord
Sherlock’s face in the top right looks so dejected like here he is taking a big leap introducing someone as his friend for maybe the first time ever and John just brushes him off and then in the last one Sherlock has to lie there pretending to be dead and listen to John yelling for him, calling himself his friend, and oh christ Sherlock, baby, you didn’t know how much he loved you until you had “died”, did you?
Be right back sobbing.
Sonofa….. //sobs
ALLL THESE FEELS.
FEEEEELINGS
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36 Days!
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“ You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state. It’s just… quite sad.
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