this thing happened on the bus today on my way home, but i can’t remember what it was. everyone was paying attention to the back of the bus and whispering something about someone who passed out and was tied with a rope but i couldn’t care because my eyes was currently locked on this beautiful blond boy in front of me who was looking out the window.
Gracious goes the ghost of you and I will never forget the plans and the silhouettes you drew here. Gracious goes the ghost of you, my dear.
i read this post out loud to my brother about if fangirl’s became mothers and named their child after fictional characters and he said “why isn’t this one there: Mycroft, why did you let your brother jump off the roof?!" i never wanted to punch my brother in the face more than i do now.