“Oh Ashley, something else came for you in the mail - did you order another one of those cute books?”
“Oh, I’m not sure! I’ve ordered so many things this week-“
20 seconds later, alone…
Bless you, Reapersun.
Sherlock grows up a bit, becomes more of a man, stops being the genius child…he was completely blind, he was completely blindsided by who that present was for, he realizes she cares for him. He realizes she’s really hurting. And he realizes, possibly for the first time in his life, that he doesn’t like what he just did. He thinks ‘I’ve got to fix that.’ He’s been cruel before, but it’s always been sort of accidental, or it’s been minor. And he thinks ‘I’ve got to fix that. That’s not good enough. I can do better than that. And I do care that I’ve just hurt her.’ -Steven Moffat (x)
LMFAO I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS WAS JUST POSTED ON MY DASH WHEN I WAS TEASING MY FRIEND WITH THE SONG ALL WEEKEND OH GOD.
Oh. No.
I just ruined my favorite Bon Iver song for myself.
“I’m tearing up, across your face
Move dust through the light
To find your name
It’s something faint
This is not a place
Not yet awake, I’m raised to make
Still alive for you, love
Still alive for you, love
Still alive for you, love
In a matter of a month
From forests, for the soft
Gotta know been lead aloft
So I’m rid of all your stories
What I know, what it is, is boring, wire it up
You’re breaking new ground”
Still alive for you, love
20 September 2011
11:56PM; London, England
We fled from Bush Hall to the Underground, dresses billowing like parasails with London winds (reminding me very much of Chicago winds back home) driving us forward. It was nearing midnight, the last train for the evening, and our Cinderella magic was quickly wearing off from the Fionn Regan concert.
