I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me.

But oops! You’ve rather shown your hand there, Dr. Watson.

sometimes I wish for falling
wish for the release
wish for falling through the air
to give me some relief
because falling’s not the problem
when I’m falling I’m in peace
it’s only when I hit the ground
it causes all the grief

“He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them.” - The Final Problem 

You want me to shake hands with you in hell, I shall not disappoint you.

itsacrimescene:

The Laws of Celestial Mechanics dictate that when two objects collide, there is always damage of a collateral nature…

Though the pressure’s hard to take
It’s the only way I can escape
It seems a heavy choice to make
Now I am under

take my hand

But you see? Body’s betraying me. Interesting, yes? Emotions. The grease on the lenses. The fly in the ointment.

ghostbees:

The Misadventures of Dr. John H. Watson