Because we’re just alike, you and I. Except you’re boring. You’re on the side of the angels.
ancient sherlock fandom proverb (via hooopers)
The letter did get through, surprisingly with nothing blacked out.
Your brother sounds like a right royal dick. Lucky me, I never had siblings, just big empty houses. And a cat. Dickhole father too. Sweet mother. Don’t get how the two ever got together.
You should see if you mum can send actual food here. It’d be a godsend.
I’ve sent letters with more homosexual references to friends, get it together kid.
Remember, sloths can’t fart,
Ta da! A package. It’s cookies, and the container is soup. Not much, but we weren’t going to send anything with a fast expiration date. The soup stores a long while, and the cookies are a given for any cross-country package.
I love cats. Not dogs, though. Dogs are terrifying beasts that will eat your face if you turn your back. Evil creatures. At least cats make it clear whether they like you or not.
Also, you broke the “good luck” trend. That’s a terrible thing to do. I hope you get eaten by dogs. Or your sloths. Sloth-dog crossbreed creatures, maybe. Which would look a bit like a disfigured ferret, I think.
Enjoy death by disfigured ferret sloth-dog,
how to take care of a sleepy jim moriarty (a guide by sebastian moran):
- make him a hot chocolate
- cuddle him
- smoke a cigarette in front of him and watch him become angry but frustrated because he’s too tired to actually move and flick the cig away
- watch him fall asleep on the couch
- wrap him up in a blanket
- walk into your bedroom
- sit on your bed and silently realize you’re in love with your boss
"My name is Andrew Scott and I’m an actor and I’m from Dublin"