“Shall I play you another, John? Something more lively?”
“No.”
“No? And why is that?”
“Because you’re not real, are you?”
“Ah. No, I’m not.”
“And I’m only dreaming.”
“Yes, John.”
“Then play something slow and soft, all right?”
“Of course.”
“Because I don’t want to wake up. Ever, if I can help it.”
“I’m so sorry, John.”
“I know, Sherlock. I know. Just… just play the damn song, okay?”
(Source: sarubreakaway)
If yahoo does end up buying tumblr and shuts it down
I just wanted everyone to know that
you’ve all been truly wonderful people
and
it was an honor blogging with you all
I truly love all of you and will miss you all
This is you, Clara. Everything you were or will be. Take it. You blew into the world on this leaf. Hold tight; it will take you home.
(Source: himmelst)
“I don’t believe Sir Boast-A-Lot’s stories…”
when the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums you should probably see a doctor
this fits in so many ways it’s not funny
