“Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.”
(Source: funvee)
having my life analyzed by Sherlock would be the most terrifying thing
“I can tell by the way you hold your hands that you spend hours each day either playing the piano or typing. Judging from the way your wrists bend - from a low angle to a high - you type, mainly, however your clothing and your age suggest it’s not something you do for work - a blogger, then, and a fanatical one at that. Your posture is warped from sitting in a chair for too long, and the way your social interactions are slightly stilted, your language and the frankly deranged way you laugh suggests you spend a lot of time on your own and conversing with people in capslock, riddled with ‘chat speak’ - oh my god, what is life, what is air - please, stop me if I’m wrong. No? Well, then. The way you keep looking between John and myself and the way you keep jerking your hands suggests you’re trying to contain your emotions and, taking into account the way you’re almost leering, blushing and the dilation of your pupils, I’d say you were imagining us in bed together, which means you’re not only a blogger, but a slash fangirl.”