sad to say, but this is how i’ve been feeling lately…
I try not to be a needy person, and I keep a vast majority of what’s going on in my head private. (I hear you laughing…Piss off.)
I know, I know, I dump a lot of emotional baggage here. BUT. Sometimes, it feels like that’s the only way I can ask for help…
I know you’re out there reading my blog.
I know you know how to get in touch with me.
So why the fuck don’t you?
(this angsty post brought to you by the loneliness caused by being home alone all day, waiting for the phone to ring…)
on working with cumberbatch in “the hobbit”
Seriously - as Watson or himself, that hedgehog is one BAMF.
I saw someone say on tumblr that Watson has a doctorate in sass and a degree in fuck you, but honestly? I think that’s just Martin.
I’ve noticed that I can’t call Bassdrop Cumberwubwubwub by his first name… It’s always going to be Cumberbatch.
Bonus points to anyone who knows why!
i hate you, cumberbatch, for making johnlock so believable
You know how you have those days where you just need to bawl like a baby, but nothing makes you sad enough to get there? Guaran-fucking-teed this will. You don’t even have to watch Sherlock to understand…
And then click play on this:
If the one-two punch of that doesn’t get you…
(Those are real tears on Cumberbatch’s face… Martin’s performance was that good. BAD HEDGEHOG! BAD!)
As the kids say on tumblr:
to make myself feel better (john’s jumpers joke not included)