apophenic dreams.

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in a casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."

- C.S. Lewis

Permalink thenizu: Just a sketch, but I’ll try to finish this…one day XD  Entirely Covered in Your Invisible Name It’s such a marvellous fic, but EVERY fic this fanwriter writes is simply marvellous…read ‘em all! Excerpt from that beautiful story: John doesn’t say anything, though.  Just the way he doesn’t ever mention seeing through the ludicrously transparent Recycled Bath Water Gambit.  He simply drifts off towards sleep again, a man with an invisible name being tattooed on the back of his neck.  In a drowsy corner of his mind, he knows it is joining the invisible SHERLOCK HOLMES on his forearm, and on his calf, and on his collarbone, and on his pelvis, and on his thigh, and on his hip, and on his left shoulder, and on the other side of his left shoulder, and just above his left shoulder, and on his back where the bullet exited his left shoulder.  Sherlock hasn’t ever repeated locations for his imaginary body artwork to date, unless he managed to do it without waking John and John doesn’t realize it.  One day, John thinks in Sherlock’s general direction, I’ll be entirely covered in your invisible name.It’s a goal, anyway.  It’s something to aim for.