nothing to say at the moment

but if i ever do have something to say

i'll say it here k

bloody hell, i could iron my bed sheets with the bottom of my laptop at this rate

did we just break into a military base to investigate a rabbit?



To cut a long story short, I found myself at the police station, reading Van Coon’s diary. And that led me and Sherlock to a Chinese emporium on Shaftesbury Ave. It was a shop full of tat basically but we got what we wanted…the graffiti tags were numbers. Old Chinese numbers.

And who the hell are you?
I’m his doctor.
And only a fool argues with his doctor.

I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very destructive.

carry on, little soldier


Garden with butterflies, 1889, Vincent van Gogh


Orphan’s lotfriends, that’s all I have; lots of friends.”