christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
"a career" "financial security" "a sex life" "tuition for grad school" "alcohol" "a nap" "socks would be nice"
happiness would be pretty great for once
It is scientifically impossible to have enough books.
I was browsing on tumblr and I realized I had no ducks in my blog, what kind of horrible person was I?
We’re Marley and Marley, avarice and greed
We took advantage of the poor, just ignored the needy
We specialized in causing pain, spreading fear and doubt
And if you couldn’t pay the rent
We simply threw you out
So… all of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will - where do you want to start?
Sherlock’s Hard Drive
I don’t care HOW you faked it. I want to know why.