we try to remember our alibis
we tell lies to our parents, we hide in their rooms
we bury our secrets in the garden (x)
"How the Media Failed Women in 2013," courtesy of Miss Representation. This is mind-boggling and you must watch it right now.
San Diego Comic Con 2014 ✧
I didn’t know I was lonely ‘til I saw your face.
the light looks to the dead
Benedict Cumberbatch attends the Warner Bros. Pictures panel and presentation during Comic-Con International 2014 on July 26, 2014.
life, liberty, and the pursuit of thoughtful queer representation
Some people love to shut down people who talk about trans and intersex issues by saying that they’re “only 1% of the population” and thus can be ignored since they “aren’t statistically significant enough.”
By that logic, we can now systematically ignore:
- The entire state of Rhode Island
- Anyone who makes over $500,000 a year
- Pacific Islanders
Sherlock AU: John’s fondness for a drink escalates since discovering that Mary is not who she claimed to be.
Wow describing it though…seriously what a wild ride for both of them. Just thinking of that shift in their lives steals my breath
Literally all of a sudden you’ve killed someone because they may have been threatening your new flatmate who has made you laugh genuinely for the first time in a long time and who didn’t treat you like you would break because of your limp and took you to a crime scene and took you on a chase all around london and you thought you’d be in pain for the rest of your life but suddenly your leg doesn’t hurt and you’re here with this guy you’ve just met but you’ve already moved in and killed a man for him and laughed at a crime scene together and he is a smart cute asshole and god you’re going out after just having KILLED A MAN FOR HIM and you feel useful and alive and you can’t let yourself fuck this up and it suddenly feels amazing and you’re not alone anymore.
Literally you’ve probably been sad and lonely for your entire life and the only thing that makes you feel alive is cocaine and thinking and you’re so used to working alone you never even think twice about getting into a cab with a murderer because that sounds so much better than being bored and suddenly someone amazing is following you headfirst into danger and shooting at people for you and making bad jokes at crime scenes and calling you AMAZING and BRILLIANT and actually maybe even enjoying your company and going out to late-night chinese with you and this amazing person has agreed to live with you and you know you’ll probably fuck it up but it suddenly feels amazing and suddenly you’re not alone any more.
do not pity the dead, harry, pity the living, and above all those who think feminism means hating men.