You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

Primarily poetry, Sherlock and Hannibal



I would watch the hell out of this.


excerpt from “Litany In Which Certain Things are Crossed Out”



Jesus fucking Christ

I’ve been uncontrollably laughing for the past five minutes holy shit



"there’s going to be a terrorist attack on london"

"do you like this shirt? where’s john"

Sherlock your gay is showing.

I go to bed with all my friends. 

You spend a lot of time building walls, Hannibal. It’s natural to want to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them.


John wore the same shirt for stag night that he was wearing when they first met.


❝ A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go. ❞

- E.E. Cummings (via itsacrimescene)

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