Habitual Insanity

perfectbenny:

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sevendevil-s:

“You told me once that you weren’t a hero. Um. There were times I didn’t think you were human. You were the best man and human being that I’ve ever known and no one will convince me that you told a lie”.

Well, “The Reichenbach Fall” is on in America tonight. To all you newcomers in  Reichenbach Feels Anonymous, no the hurt never goes away. Next season is probably going to hurt even more. Yes you are welcome here. Here you are among friends. Here friends protect each other from the worst feels (or at least help them through it).

questionsandcontradictions:

“And I am willing to come to you now, my dear,

As a pigeon lets itself off from a cathedral dome

To be lost in the haze of the sky, I would like to come,

And be lost out of sight with you, and be gone like foam.

For I am tired, my dear, and if I could lift my feet,

My tenacious feet from off the dome of earth

To fall like a breath within the breathing wind

Where you are lost, what rest, my love, what rest!”

~ Elegy by D.H. Lawrence

Right now my plan is to:

1. Re-watch Reichenbach for our one week anniversary of “Dear all things good in the world why did you have to break my heart???” 

2. Blog many many sad things.

3. Go to sleep.

4. Wake up Monday

5. Stop posting sad things about Reichenbach. Because seriously, I do not know how much more of this my heart can take…

We shall see how well this turns out on Monday…

goingtohogwartsbytardis:

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too) - Sherlock & John

Not sure if someone’s already put this up here, but it’s gorgeous

Emilytea10!!!!!!! you MUST watch this!!!!!!

I made it until the cemetery scene with only a single tear before I started having to hold my breath so I wouldn’t sob into my coat. 

I made a few extra observations though like the fact that it felt like Sherlock was trying to push John away a few times but couldn’t keep the act up for long. (This is my cab, you take the next. I have something to do…alone ). 

While John was at the therapist towards the end, she asks him (The things that you wanted to say that you didn’t say. Say them now. I can’t. ). John wanted to tell Sherlock how he was his best friend, how he honestly thought he was clever, more clever than anyone else, how he would never, could never, doubt him. (I loved him, more than I ever let on.) But he never said these things, words were boring to Sherlock, he thought he had shown him through actions, through following him everyone into the night, solving crimes, and hiding his cigarettes. He didn’t realize how much he had needed to say the words until it was too late. (I was so alone.)

At the cemetery, when John had to go and touch Sherlock’s tombstone, it was like he was searching for one last physical connection. He needed the closeness, even in death, as if he was expecting that single touch to erase everything and bring back his best friend. 

And now that I am emotionally drained the night before classes start, I know that my mind will not be focused on bio tomorrow afternoon. 

Hopefully the presence of another human being will keep me from bawling like a little girl.

The out look does not look good.