I’m 827% positive that the reason Anderson doesn’t think Sherlock is dead is because Sherlock purposefully let Anderson see tiny glimpses of him the past several years, just to screw with his head. Appearing through Anderson’s window in the woods, standing across the street of his favorite coffee shop, leaving small traces of his presence in his office.
Because Sherlock’s a little shit like that.
The Hunger Games:
Dedicates half a chapter to legs shaving, kills Finnick in half a sentence.
Isn’t that how life is, though? We can waste countless minutes stressing and focusing our attention on meaningless things while in an infinitesimal fraction of that time a life can be taken.
Whoa girl. Too deep for me.
My gay brother walks into the room without a shirt on
Me: Hey topless
Him: Well you don’t have to rub it in that I’m single
IT TOOK ME A MINUTE.
I DONT GET IT
I DONT GET IT. Someone explain please :c
I’M SOBBING VIOLENTLY