We are being buried beneath the avalanche of your inadequacies, Mr. Creedy.
Shelby // age 198 // writer // Starbucks barista // all the fandoms.
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I am the key to the lock in your house/that keeps your toys in the basement.
And if you get too far inside/you’ll only see my reflection.
[…] You know we’re friends ‘til we die.
And either way you turn/I’ll be there.
Open up your skull/I’ll be there.
Climbing up the walls.
Radiohead, Climbing up the walls.
click and drag.
You told me once that you weren’t a hero. There were times were I didn’t think you were human, but let me tell you this. You were the best man, the most human… human being that I have ever known and no one will ever convince me that you told a lie. I was so alone and I owe you so much. Please, there’s just one more thing. One more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t. Be. Dead. Would you do that? Just for me. Just stop it. Stop this.
Sherlock Holmes & Dr. John Watson.