Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die. ♦

so many bad jokes I could make here, but I’ll just post it and let the fandom have a crack at it. XD

QUICK! SOMEONE PARALLEL THIS WITH THE TOSSING OF THE PEN FROM SEASON ONE!

(via altairs)

sherlocksmindtardis:

John without Sherlock, the first time, and the last time.

WHYYYYYYYYYY

his feet are bare. that makes me sadder than anything about this, somehow.

(via orbitingasupernova)

why am I reblarping this? it’s horrible

CREYS

oh my god

BWAHAHAHAHAHAA

GO AWAY I’M HAVING A FUCKING MUFFIN

dunderklumpen:

this is the most cheerful gif I’ve made so far. oops.

it’s… hypnotising..

leftinstitches:

jamandkittens:

angel-kink:

FUCKING PAIN OH GOD

#he CAN’T #he can’t even hold himself up #he’s in so much pain he can’t even stand 

He’s in shock. He needs a shock blanket. WHERE IS JOHN’S SHOCK BLANKET?!

(via ravenclawinthetardis)

ununpentium:

Oh god. All the awards for Andrew Scott. He had me doubting my own existence.

(via achildofearth)

londonphile:

Loyal until the end.

maigune:

;__________;

concludes:

(via theofficegirl)

no