Old Wounds Resurfaced Last Night And They Continue To Plague Me. But I Refuse To Speak Of The Grief I

“Old wounds resurfaced last night and they continue to plague me. But I refuse to speak of the grief I harbor in my heart. Loneliness is a disease I choose. Who can I blame for this illness but myself?”

youadan teddy // diary entry #56

GIVE ME A SAD STORY WITH ROSIE GROWING UP AND SHE GETS CURIOUS ABOUT HER MIDDLE NAME SO SHE ASKS JOHN AND HE SORT OF GETS THIS PAINED LOOK SO SHE LEAVES IT AND GOES ON A MISSION HERSELF. SHE LEAVES FOR THE CHASE, JOHN BAFFLED TWO STEPS BEHIND AND SHE FINDS SHERLOCK IN A COTTAGE OUT IN THE COUNTRY WITH BEES AND SHERLOCK OPENS THE DOOR AND GOES STILL. ROSIE PUTS HER HAND OUT ALL FORMAL “GOOD EVENING, IM ROSIE SHERLOCK WATSON” AND SHERLOCKS EYES START LEAKING JOHN RUSHES FORWARD and stabs him leaving him bleeding out to a painful death :)

@beemintty <3

the ugly and the flawless beauty of us

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nothing NOTHING will be more delicious than completing an organisational task as a form of avoidance.