I’ve come to find that my days are drawn together. I wake up for someone else and I go to sleep hoping i’ll never wake up. It’s been like this for so long, I don’t know how to…. live, I suppose. It started off when i was young but i can’t remember and now I have a hard time validating anything that i’ve experienced is real. I grasp at the memories I can remember like dropping dishes, I hope I can catch them all before they shatter on the floor. It’s harder and harder each time. I’m starting to wonder if it’s of any use. If there is a point.
[seductively licks keyboard]
Fun fact: keyboards have more bacteria on them than toilet seats, darling.
Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston
Even though we all know John is Sherlock’s man….but I ship it.
Five Finger Death Punch- Under And Over It.