Heart wants what It wants

World Heritage Post

reblog to disturb jk rowling

I did this. Not apologised but said thank you to my body for carrying me through my struggles and not giving up on me. It actually helped.

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

I’d just like to point out the growth in this post has mostly coincided with elon’s public spiral downward and I’d like to think we’re all a small part of that

bro can’t think because he’s just got a rager of a migraine 24/7

yes I would like to give elon musk my menstrual pain. I think he deserves it

Reblog to also give Elon Musk your menstrual pain.

i've got some chronic pain he can have. hope he enjoys his fucked up knee

Reblog to tell the person you reblogged it from that they are really cool.

this is hilarious but also im gonna cry like this teenage gamer died and they buried her with her high score. no one took back the pot or divided it up because no one would play against her again. her family and friends buried her with her wins. im crying

why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain

no one tell him

Scheduling this to post on March 15 because it needs to happen.

The ides of March have come

Beware the ides of March.

Beware!!

Reblogging this on ALL my blogs because holy shit is it useful

Since S2, Sherlock has initiated almost every single intimate encounter between himself and Molly. And people still want to call her pathetic for being unable to move on.

“I hope you’ll be very happy Molly Hooper” I say as I give you a lingering kiss by the corner of your mouth that’s totes platonic and not at all wistful

Hi again, Molls, would you come give me a FULL. PHYSICAL. EXAM. in like two weeks? Bring an Ambulance with a bed, no windows and yeah, my coat. The one I left the other night when I, ahem, borrowed your bed.

“What do I need? You. Sure, I could have just asked for your help, but I decided to ask in the most suggestive way I could think of. Also when it was just the two of us, alone, in the dark. #totallyplatonic”

Oh, whoa there, Miss Molly, you’re not going anywhere for lunch. Yeah, totally brought us some crisps to snack on ‘cause I can’t lab without my pathologist. Sorry I didn’t bring more to eat but I sorta, kinda like it when you’re … hungry.

Hiya Molly!! Is that our ambulance? How fab are you!! You can totes do a physical on me when no one can see my reaction…and plz plz plz do tell me to cough.

Our goddaughter’s christening? Let’s act like a very old married couple when you can stop me from being a jerk with one word …. ok ok maybe not a total success but I texted from behind my back which is extremely difficult just for you Molly … see Molly? … I can be nice-ish

Remember that time..far far away…when i was acting absolutely cool and collected and like a dude! When Irene was at 221B, trying to find where i hid my phone. And I totally did NOT break character and broke gaze when John said “Molly Hooper, she can get the phone..” *nervous tittering* No, dont remember. Good good…

Oh! Oh.  Heh.  Sorry.  Totes thought that that little giftie was for some other dude.  Heh.  Yeh.  Shouldn’ta gone off like that, but, you know… *shrug* I mean I thought that was for some other dude and you’re bringing it to my house so I thought… heh.  Yeah.  Sorry.  Let me make it up to you by giving my First-Ever Sincere Apology To Anyone Ever and giving you a kiss on the cheek.  There.  Totes platonic.

I mean, I know I said, “I love you,” once and you had accepted it, but I’m gonna say it again for funsies, even though the clock is ticking down on your life. For god sakes, don’t make it into a *thing*.

I swear I just need to read these comments whenever I need a cheer up. :) ♡♡

Yeah, sex really doesn’t bother me at all. I honestly don’t care that the earth revolves around the sun or who’s having sex with whom. I’ve played games with a dominatrix, spar innuendos with my brother, wrote an entry on John’s blog talking about he and Mary’s Sex Holiday; I deduce cheaters in relationships faster than the housing bubble blew up in America. So, I have no idea why are we’re making it a big deal that I experienced a minor brain aneurysm, and system shut down, when Molly said she was having quite a bit of sex. That’s normal, right?

This post is pure gold.

Friendly reminder that every one of these is text. Not subtext. Text. Canon.