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. ♦

martin john martin, your face.

also reaction-sized:

“acting is reacting.”

who the hell are you?

domesticity at its finest.

excuse me, gentlemen, but in what universe is this anything but getting dressed after sex?

I don’t even know.

(from the teaser for the reichenbach fall)

sherlock is mean.

sherlock’s so proud.

things I can:

WHAT IS THIS MAGIC CONTRAPTION!?

buckingham palace. right.

…?

whatchugot on that laptop of yours, john..?

They’re giving me an ASBO!