Taylor :)

kimberbatch:

timelordsandarmydoctors:

Let’s spare a thought for John Watson.

It’s not my Home Without You

It’s a late December evening, and the clouds are leaking light

The rain is holding steady as the day returns to night

I’m standing by your graveside, and it isn’t real for me

In my mind, you’ll be behind me, waiting as I turn around

But deep within my heart I know you’re deep within the ground

I long to feel you near me like you always were ‘cause this isn’t real for me

Chorus

I was so alone, and I owe you so much

You brought me back to life with your golden touch

I am down on my knees, just come back for me please

I’m still waiting for the punch line, for you to tell me it’s not true

I won’t return to Baker Street, ‘cause it’s not my home without you.

The skull you used to talk to still rests on the mantlepiece

Your eccentric way of seeking intellectual release

I’m glad that I could help you in the time we shared, in the way that you helped me

And I miss the sound of your violin ringing out each day

The sound is absent from my ears, ‘cause you no longer play

221b is just too quite now, and it isn’t real for me

I will not say goodbye

To all the memories I treasure

The ones I’ll keep safe

And the ones I’ll keep forever

I will never see you as anything

Other than the great man you were

vespertineink:

purdaldoo:

The US Government to the Internet

OMG ACTUALLY SOBBING FOREVER

timelordy-teganbreann:

Tell us about Rupert Graves, Benedict.

RUPERT GRAVES IS GOOD AT FOOTBALL AND HAS FIVE CHILDREN.

RULE ONE OF THE SHERLOCK FANDOM: ALWAYS REBLOG THIS AUDIO.