I hope that you see right through my walls
I hope that you catch me ‘cause I’m already falling
I’ll never let a love get so close
You put your arms around me and I’m home
TALE AS OLD AS TIME.
♚ "This girl who stands so quiet and grave at the mouth of hell. This girl who is all quietness and sanity and innocence. You wondered why I wanted her?” — Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
sketch from photo / John Watson
LOOK AT JOHN’S FACE. FUCKING LOOK AT IT. DON’T FUCKING TELL ME IT WASN’T LOVE AT FIRST DEDUCTION.
His mouth is hanging open.
HIS MOUTH IS HANGING OPEN.
Also, I love the gentle unfurrowing of that brow, as he goes from “What on earth is he doing?” to “My, god, he’s amazing.”
i am reblogging this mostly because i want to stare at john
That is a completely legitimate reason.