*turns screen on at lowest brightness setting at 4am*

3 hours ago with 11 notes

not being able to sleep at 4am so adding a few words to my “completed” essay x.x

3 hours ago with 2 notes

This doesn’t feel entirely like my typical sciatica… Body, why.

Katie 13.5 hours is a bit longer than “an afternoon”…

7 hours ago with 2 notes

A significant portion of my right bun is now covered with herbal patches

Sherlock has a small, flat wooden box he keeps better hidden than his cocaine. There are three photos inside:

The first is of himself as an infant, not yet a week old, in the arms of a 7-year-old Mycroft.

The second is of himself, ten years old, hugging Redbeard around the neck.

The third is of himself, age twenty, and his university boyfriend, Victor Trevor, both with cigarettes between their lips. When he looks closely, he can see the fingertips of their otherwise unoccupied hands touching.

They are Sherlock’s three admissions of sentiment, all past.

In the summer of 2014, he adds a fourth:

Himself, one month ago. She is cut away, and only the doctor remains. He stands almost at attention at Sherlock’s side, where he always ought to have been—where he will never be again.

8 hours ago with 31 notes

At least my sciatica waited until after I finished my papers to flare up…

I have a very uncomfortable and painful feeling in my right bun.

Think I might marathon all 9 episodes of Sherlock next week

All 9. When 9 is all and a marathon. This fucking show.

8 hours ago with 17 notes

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9 hours ago with 1 note

fuck it, I’m calling it done

sleep time

maybe I’ll get in two Avengers Assemble episodes and gifsets tomorrow to make up for the lack of any today…

9 hours ago with 1 note