SHERLOCKED IT

Artist: Koka Ramishjvili

“Here, use mine.” “Oh, thank you.”

// the man he trusts.

that first night, that first case together, he cherished it enough to make it part of his mind palace.

Everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.

The Rose🥀 El Rosa ☁️☁️☁️☁️

john watson moodboard

Do you wonder where the self resides? Is it in your head or between your sides? & who will be the one who will decide Its true location? & does the thought of bile that’s red and black, the thought of tongues that taste you back fill you with a nauseous sort of elation?

We all have our role to play after all.

We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars as the roads around us grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through a glass already laced with frost, but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of lullabies. But damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

nothing happens to me

“MARY”

Please, will you do this for me?

Come and play.

Mr. Archer, on the count of three, shoot Doctor Watson.

Fun? There’s a woman lying dead. Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you’d go deeper.