4/100 things that emotionally ruined me

You knew. You always Knew. You knew this was gonna happen. You sent me here anyway.

How is it I can kill people and feel no regret, but disappointing Rita makes me feel like the scum of the earth?

andromedaic:

Forget the phone call, forget the fall, forget John alone at Baker Street.

This is what broke me.

This change in demeanour, the nod of “get yourself into check, soldier on” and the military turn, is John: destroyed.

This is whitewashed John, boring John, bored John…John Before Sherlock.

Except now it’s John After Sherlock, and he knows exactly what (who) he is missing.

Take my hand.