You look sad when you think she can’t see you.

My old man is a tough man
But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn’t mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it’s what he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a rolling stone

pondandholmes:

This and You | A Sherlock/Amy fanmix. 

• Please Don’t Go | Barcelona.
• Haunted | Radical Face.
• Song About An Angel | Sunny Day Real Estate.
• Plea | Say Anything. 
• Only In Dreams | Weezer. 
• No Seatbelt Song | Brand New.

thegingerintheredjumper:

He was someone I remembered.
Someone from my past.

pondandholmes:

Amy Pond as The Woman. 

To Sherlock Holmes, she is always THE Woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Amelia Pond. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position.

“And you must be the mysterious Amy.”

th3bookthief:

Sherlock? What’s wrong?