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

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Sherlock: It’s always been about love.

afrogeekgoddess:

Always. This entire season has always been about love.

The myriad ways in which two people can love one another.

The myriad people a person can love.

The ways in which love plays with one’s mind, heart, and soul.  

The lengths to which someone would go to protect that love. 

The fear one has of losing love entirely.

The fear of hurting the people one loves, intentionally or unintentionally.

The way that love transcends all boundaries known to existence.

The realization a person would never truly willing separate oneself from one’s love unless under dire circumstances.

The knowledge that a person would do something once unthinkable to protect that love.

That love awakens a person’s soul.

That love heals.

That love transforms.

That love can make a person fly and run and light up like the sun.

That love makes a person better and stronger and healthier and utterly whole.

That love hurts.

That love heals in the middle of the breaking.

That the things one loves can never truly be lost.

That love is beautiful and terrifying and vicious and precious and sacred and worth dying for and worth living for.

No matter whether we’ve seen it through the lens of love or fear or death, it’s always been about love.

(via behindtintedglass)

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Why The Fall is Beautiful: The Love Light

afrogeekgoddess:

I have watched FALL again…and I am strangely happy. There is deep sadness in my soul at the separation that happened, but I am happy…because something happened on that rooftop, in that moment between Sherlock and John.

If it wasn’t clear before, it’s utterly clear now for the both of them: they love each other. Simple as that. In this terrible, horrible moment, something breaks like a light in each of them, cracking right down the middle, crystal clear and shimmering and razor-fine, that the person on the other end of the phone line is The Most Important Person in the World. The Only Person in the World Who Matters. This is the moment when it finally, completely hits them both, down to the bottom of their souls.

And even in the wreckage that is left, amongst all the blood and screaming and silence and distance, that gloriously beautiful moment still remains, unsullied and untouched, split into two halves and carefully, preciously cradled in the hearts of these two men. 

It will be three long years before it is safe to bring that sparkling love-light into the open again, to bring both of them out of the terrible dark and join those two pieces as one. But when it happens…there will be such light as was never seen in the whole of the universe. And that light of love and commitment and friendship will never, ever, ever be hidden away again.

(via behindtintedglass)

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Sherlock: It’s always been about love.

afrogeekgoddess:

Always. This entire season has always been about love.

The myriad ways in which two people can love one another.

The myriad people a person can love.

The ways in which love plays with one’s mind, heart, and soul.  

The lengths to which someone would go to protect that love. 

The fear one has of losing love entirely.

The fear of hurting the people one loves, intentionally or unintentionally.

The way that love transcends all boundaries known to existence.

The realization a person would never truly willing separate oneself from one’s love unless under dire circumstances.

The knowledge that a person would do something once unthinkable to protect that love.

That love awakens a person’s soul.

That love heals.

That love transforms.

That love can make a person fly and run and light up like the sun.

That love makes a person better and stronger and healthier and utterly whole.

That love hurts.

That love heals in the middle of the breaking.

That the things one loves can never truly be lost.

That love is beautiful and terrifying and vicious and precious and sacred and worth dying for and worth living for.

No matter whether we’ve seen it through the lens of love or fear or death, it’s always been about love.

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Permalink Understatement of the century, Mr. Holmes. Also, BBC!Mrs. Hudson should be glad that she isn’t their housekeeper anymore.  Imagine cleaning the fridge and having human eyes stare back at you. Hopefully, if dear BBC!Mrs.Hudson is lucky, the eyes aren’t blinking.