Once upon a time, there were three siblings.
The eldest, a son, was a saint. The holy fire lit him from within, burned him to an ashen shell. He wandered across ice, through water, his twisted and scorched feet barely touching the ground, trailing steam. Where he walked, the world emptied of color, and his grey-eyed followers went on behind him.
The second child, a daughter, was a martyr. For God, she wound her legs with barbed wire and walked the earth, filled and vacated by the wind, eyes burned unseeing blue. Where she bled, the ground grew green and fertile. Her bones were picked apart by birds, and a cathedral built over them.
The youngest child was a writer. She wore Doc Martins and wandered around in an omnipresent haze of cigarette smoke. She liked vodka, words like quaintrelle and metanoia, Russian novels. At night, she stood on her balcony and screamed obscenities to a God she did not believe in.
(God came to her in the grey dawnlight, whispered, we do not buy our own innocence. She did not remember it, upon waking.)
Guys, seriously: as a fandom, we need to come together and agree not to leak things like this. I mean, home video of Martin Freeman taking a bath? That’s fucking sick, you guys. Respect his privacy. I expect better of you, Sherlockians.
Yeah I hate to be the killjoy here, but the man is just trying to have a bath in peace. It’s obviously already a struggle for him as it is, seeing as he’s too short to reach the taps, so please stop reblogging this. His BAFTA doesn’t give him this shit.
I know I should respect his privacy, but LOOK at him. Martin Freeman in the tub. If he didn’t want it to get out, he shouldn’t have made it. Sorry, but that’s my opinion and I stand by it.
I’m sorry fandom, this is taking things to the next level. Celebrities are people too. We should respect his privacy. Whoever posted this makes me sick
if for some reason we do end up all dying tomorrow come find me in the afterlife i’ll probably be by the snack table or something
12/21: the end of the world
12/22: i survived to the end of the world
12/24: tomorrow is christmas
12/25: today is christmas
12/31: i’m gonna sleep in 2012 and wake up in 2013
01/01/2013: i remember 2012 like it was yesterday
- me after just cleaning my room: wow, i am never letting my room get messy again!
- the next day: has anyone seen my bed
That child is not sad.
That child is not angry.
That child is not wondering what kind of live he could of lived.
That child does not think, “Mother, why did you not love me?
That child is not thinking at all.
The only people it immediately affects, are the parents.
It’s their decision, no one else’s.
Not the government.
And not your God’s.